Ladybug Musical Novels & Stories

In the middle of our musical din - gabangs/gongs do tend to be very loud in closed quarters and since none of the rooms were open, our echoes really reverberated - a small white-winged butterfly came out from nowhere. There were no rooms open at that time and we were on the second floor but it moved towards us and started fluttering above our heads. Everybody kept playing but we were definitely distracted as that tiny ivory butterfly landed on our instruments, one at a time. When it landed on my gabang (ethnic gong), I couldn’t help but open my hand and say, “Dito ka pumunta sa kamay ko…” (Here, land on my hand). And yes, it flew straight up to me and settled on my open palm.

I loved staring at her when she was completely in her element, with no other worry on her mind. "When did you come?" She stopped when she noticed me. "Just now," I said. "Keep playing. I like it." "You do?" she asked and then proceeded to sit beside me. "It is a classical take on 'The Way You Make Me Feel.' Nora will be the lead guitarist on this and we have hired a drummer too. Luigi said if I don't mess it up, I will get to lead in our next performance in the Walter's charity gala." "That's great," I said, taking off her hair clip. Her hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves, encourage me to take a deep inhale. "You weren't in the meeting today."