"That was the meekest I've seen Karen."Says my officemate about the time I got to have Pochoy Labog, vocalist of Dicta License, in front of me. Yup, unbelievable as it may seem but the moment I was face-to-face with hot Atenista, the malanding Karen just faded away, and in came the rarely seen mahinhin me. Stupid.
Mabie and I went to Saguijo last Wednesday, August 23. In the line-up was Dicta License (and another fave band, Urbandub). Fangirl Karen brought her CD, just in case she works up the courage to come up to one of her most favorite bands ever. Before the gig, while Mabie and I were drinking Red Horse (okay, okay...I know I promised to steer clear from alcohol...but I can't bear the thought of a Red Horse-less world), I just blurted out, "My God, I can't breathe." It's the proximity - Pochoy was a but a few steps away. Biceps and cuteness all in display. And then he moved to a spot just to my back. Mabie says, "Sandal ka ng konti." And my dreams of brushing elbows with my big krushie morphed into a bang - as in head banging into his elbow. Sablay. What a non-graceful way of making papansin. And all I was able to say was a meek, "Sorry."
Then Dicta's set took place. And here comes the fangirl apart from the mababaw "I love Pochoy" reason - I really love this band's music (as I have mentioned here and here). And I have to give it to the guys, they are GOOD (if not better) performing live. And okay, back to Pochoy, he was really passionate while he blurts out those socially significant lyrics of his. Hats off to these guys.
And the set ended.
And Karen knew she had to get her CD signed.
"I have to get my CD signed," I said to Mabie.
After a few minutes of chika, Mabie pulled me off to go find Pochoy. And when we found him, Mabie goes up to him, introduces us, and chatted with ultimate krushie. And Karen was quiet the whole time, smiling from time to time. When Mabie asked, "Can we get our CD signed?" and cutie Pochoy said sure, Karen timidly opened her bag and handed the CD and a pen.
Mabie: It's Karen's, by the way.My God, how...embarrassing can I get!
Pochoy: Oh, Karen? Is that with a K?
Karen: (looking, nay, STARING at Pochoy)
5...4...3...2...1...
Karen: Yeah, K.
Oh well, at least I got to shake his hands and talk to him (eventhough I was all mumbles). Plus, his eyes and smile (the dimples! the dimples!!!!) was enough compensation for my kaaligagahan.
Pochoy. *sigh*
Feeling:
and 
All ears: Sugat Dicta License
Lost: The Deep End of the Ocean
