Dream Come True

I and three of my friends felt we were the luckiest people alive last Saturday when we were able to get special VIP passes at the Eraserheads reunion concert.

We were having a blast. We were all smiles until the end of the first set.

And then we noticed; Ely seemed to have slumped in an odd way before he picked himself up and went backstage.

Who knew it was the last time everyone would see Ely again that night. After 30 minutes or so, the announcement came.

The concert had been called off. Ely was rushed to the hospital. His sister read a statement and then everyone was asked to leave the venue.

Surprisingly, there were no boos. There was only silence. Or more aptly, there was stunned silence. Everyone filed to the exits like zombies. (Actually, zombies would have been more interesting to watch as they tend to moan and growl.)

The people who watched the concert last Saturday were like empty shells of themselves--everyone seemed to have their souls yanked out of them.

I myself didn't know how I felt. I didn't know if I wanted more or if I had enough. Besides, I was partly glad it was over since my throat was already drying up from all the screaming and singing during the first set and it was impossible to get drinks since we didn't want to give up our spot in front of the stage.

And then I had a realization over the weekend. There were no boos simply because everyone got what they wished for that night.

We all just wanted to see them sing together again.

It didn't matter if there were still lots of fave songs they haven't sung yet--Overdrive, Pare Ko, Huling El Bimbo, Minsan. The truth is, from the moment the stage went up and Ely belted out Alapaap, we already reached heaven.

And for me, I think that was it. That was a dream come true, right there, at that moment.

--Originally Posted at Inner Sanctum