So how was my Junior Prom? a friend asked.
It's been 10 years now, but I can painstakingly recall the night most the young ones waited their entire life with.
Instead of sharing my stories about performing with the band, dancing with the crushes, making fun with the barkada and posing hundred times in front of the camera, I would like to tell a story about the guilt of youth stupidity.
Cottillion marks the beginning of the prom. I was purposely paired with a girl whom I was teased. She's pretty and tall for her age; Though the cruelty of childish thoughts, she was teased because she was skinny.
I hated being teased, and as much as possible tried to avoid it. One day a common friend approached me and handed me a poetry containing my Cottilion partner's name. She was asking that I make a tune for it since I was quite known for composing songs back then. I got teased by my classmates, and to my stupidity I laughed sarcastically. She heard and, I would later on learn, cried.
I took the lyrics with me and went home with guilt.
We were paired to be partners after that. I never got to say sorry, but I tried hard not to step on her feet. She seemed happy with my poor dancing skills. We practiced every afternoon, and though we never talked about her lyrics, I silently tried to make a song out of it every night.
On the night of the junior's prom, we danced. Though I stepped on her feet more than once, she seemed happy with my silliness as I sweat profuriously counting steps.
It was a memorable moment. Oh, and she turned out to be prettier than before; hope she's enjoying every bit of irony.
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