August stood in front of the speakers as the DJ started to play that song -- the song they danced to that night in Boracay, the song that they asked the DJ to keep on playing because they loved it so much and the DJ didn't mind because they were the only customers in the bar that rainy, summer night. As the song reached its peak, August stood still and let every pore of his body absorb the music. For a split-second he had hoped that the sonic blast would be powerful enough to hurl him back to the beaches of Boracay; propel him through time to that very night when everything was all right. The rising beat, gave way to the female vocals that promised him an endless summer. And August just kept on dancing.
The rants and raves of a copy/comic book/writer in Manila.