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Chapter 1 (1.3): Theza Marie Medina

THEZA MARIE MEDINA's POV

AFTER my violin performance, I stood up from my chair. Oh, I was sitting on a red chair in front of the crowd, while playing my favorite violin. I should be standing, right? But I don't want to stand anymore, I might walk out suddenly.

"Amazing."

"She's really talented."

Various comments came out of their mouths as they continued to applaud loudly. I'm used to it. I'm used to compliments, but I wasn't happy. I'm just more annoyed.

they were all standing and obviously enjoyed my performance. Without emotion I just bowed as a sign of bow and without gratitude I left from inside the stage. Why would I thank them? I already bowled, that's enough though.

"You have a great performance there, Señorita Theza Marie," the guy approached me with a wide smile on his disgusting face. Annoying.

I ignored him and passed him. I don't care about what he said. that's better, ignoring people I don't know who it was and I don't care to know them either.

My time is priceless and I don't want to just talk to them. They will just get bored with me. Talking to me just makes them salivate.

"Señorita Theza, are you leaving already?" another human being approached me but this time it was a girl.

Can't she see? I'm ready to leave this noisy place. Can't she see that I'm in a hurry too?

"Can I have a picture with you, señorita? Just for a while please?" the other one is still scratching.

I almost rolled my eyes. how I hate her voice. It sucks.

"No, she needs to rest first. Sorry guys, she has a second performance tomorrow." I felt relief when Rudelyn came.

"Tomorrow, you are free to do that with her," she added.

She's Rudelyn Fabroa, my best friend? No, she's my cousin. he is my companion in going to different countries to entertain me at my concert. Yeah, my concert as a violin artist.

After arriving at the parking lot, the driver immediately opened the back seat door. He would have supported me but I didn't accept his outstretched hand and I just got in the car. It's rude if it's rude, I don't care.

Rudelyn followed, now holding my violin.

"That's rude, Theza," she commented. I didn't move and just looked out the window and leaned back in my chair.

We are in Europe, this is my 197 concert. During the 26 years that I have been living in the world, I have had so many concerts and in different countries. Violin was a bit boring, I can say that. so my tickets are exclusive and only a few people watch my performance.

Less than 20 visitors. Well, in Spain, I'm already known there so there are a lot of people watching. 1000, but of course all adults. I can only count my peers on my fingers, not the ones before.

I feel exhausted suddenly so I close my eyes but I'm not yet sleepy. I just want to rest.

"We're flying next to the Philippines, Theza. You have a very first time concert there. you often refuse the offer to perform there," he said and he got no answer from me as usual.

But she's used to it. He just spoke word for word even though I didn't answer him. I've gotten used to his chatter.

I am not totally rejecting the Philippines. Why would I do that? Philippines was my country before I landed in Spain and grew up there with my father.

Is just that, no one is interested in the violin artist. Filipinos now have a different passion. We are in a modern world. It would have been okay if it was in the year 1880 or lower than that. maybe I'm still excited to go to the Philippines.

AFTER my violin performance, I stood up from my chair. Oh, I was sitting on a red chair in front of the crowd, while playing my favorite violin. I should be standing, right? but I don't want to stand anymore, I might walk out suddenly.

"Amazing."

"She's really talented."

Various comments came out of their mouths as they continued to applaud loudly. I'm used to it. I'm used to compliments, but I wasn't happy. I'm just more annoyed.

they were all standing and obviously enjoyed my performance. Without emotion I just bowed as a sign of bow and without gratitude I left from inside the stage. Why would I thank them? I already bowled, that's enough though.

"You have a great performance there, Señorita Theza Marie," the guy approached me with a wide smile on his disgusting face. Annoying.

I ignored him and passed him. I don't care about what he said. that's better, ignoring people I don't know who it was and I don't care to know them either.

My time is priceless and I don't want to just talk to them. They will just get bored with me. Talking to me just makes them salivate.

"Señorita Theza, are you leaving already?" another human being approached me but this time it was a girl.

Can't she see? I'm ready to leave this noisy place. Can't she see that I'm in a hurry too?

"Can I have a picture with you, señorita? Just for a while please?" the other one is still scratching.

I almost rolled my eyes. how I hate her voice. It sucks.

"No, she needs to rest first. Sorry guys, she has a second performance tomorrow." I felt relief when Rudelyn came.

"Tomorrow, you are free to do that with her," she added.

She's Rudelyn Fabroa, my best friend? No, she's my cousin. he is my companion in going to different countries to entertain me at my concert. Yeah, my concert as a violin artist.

After arriving at the parking lot, the driver immediately opened the back seat door. He would have supported me but I didn't accept his outstretched hand and I just got in the car. It's rude if it's rude, I don't care.

Rudelyn followed, now holding my violin.

"That's rude, Theza," she commented. I didn't move and just looked out the window and leaned back in my chair.