LOVE SONG SINGLES
The Part 133
Although Santi had encouraged Anang many times, but when Anang went up and sat on stage, and all eyes noticed him, Anang's knees did not decrease in vibration.
How not?
When viewed from the side of the stage, the audience alone already looks a lot.
Especially when Anang on stage, and can see all the directions in front of him?
From the left end to the right end Anang's eyes looked, densely packed audience, like a spectator in a football match.
Anang's knees could not stop shaking, his heart was racing, producing excessive sweating, which began to wet his forehead, and Anang's back.
So was the breath of Anang, who was already like a person who had just run.
Anang clenched his right hand, while his left hand held a guitar stalk, which he now held.
His fingers felt stiff so nervous, as if blood was not flowing there.
Anang looked at the side of the stage, where Santi waded his thumbs to Anang with a big smile, and nodded his head.
'spirit'
Anang read the motion of Santi's mouth, which did not make his voice.
Santi's movements, so Anang's worry reducer.
Shaking on the knee Anang who had spread all over his body, now reduced and almost disappeared.
Anang let out a long sigh, and exhaled slowly.
Slowly but surely, Anang began to sound the strings of his guitar.
'Close your eyes'
Anang played his guitar, and sang earnestly while closing his eyes.
In Anang's mind, only Santi watched him sing, with no other people there.
By focusing on the lyrics and tone so that no one misses, it is enough to make Anang confident that he can master the stage where he is sitting now.
Until Anang finished singing the song, even if it was just a peek, Anang did not want to open his eyes for a little.
When the song was over, Anang opened his eyes.
A standing ovation became Anang's welcome.
Now Anang can breathe a sigh of relief.
Anang stood up from his seat, and stood on the stage.
Anang smiled with satisfaction, then slightly bowed his body as a thank you, for the appreciation for his voice and the sound of his guitar.
Until Anang walked to the side of the stage, applause from the people there, Anang could still hear.
A big smile on Santi's face, so an additional gift for Anang.
Santi almost jumped up while hugging Anang, and kissed his lips, when Anang had already passed the barrier curtain at the side of the stage.
"You're great!" santi exclaimed with excitement in Anang's embrace.
Anang just smiled, while still hugging Santi.
"Now we return their tools. You still have to continue your journey. There is still one more event tonight, which you have to go to, before you can rest," said Santi.
Everything attached to Anang's ear, waist, and guitar, is now released by people who work at the event.
Santi was then seen talking to the people there for a while, while Anang embraced his waist.
"Come, we're getting out of here...!" said Santi, who still let Anang's hand coiled on his waist.
They then walked out of the place, and immediately re-entered the vehicle owned by the label, which was waiting outside.
When Anang had removed his guitar, and was sitting in the seat in the van, Santi climbed into Anang's lap and kissed Anang's lips to the fullest.
"I'm proud of you." said Santi, leaning against Anang's chest.
The label vehicle had already started walking, driving Anang to his next destination.
"Yes, you don't know how nervous I was...!" sahut Anang, then kissed Santi's head.
"Your voice is good! You have to be more confident, if you perform again," said Santi.
A lovely gift from Santi.
"Not this second place?" ask Anang.
"If it's not wrong, it's not far off. What I saw earlier was there, maybe about an hour's drive there from here" said Santi while pointing at something.
Santi almost went down from Anang's lap, but Anang held him back.
"What are you doing? I still want to hug you." said Anang.
"I want to take that...! Your schedule's there!" sahut Santi, pointing with his hand an object similar to a cell phone, but larger and wide the size of a thin notebook.
"No need...! Leave it! I want you to keep holding me," said Anang who only saw the object Santi pointed at for a moment, then kissed Santi who was still in his lap.
Santi returns Anang's kiss, while embracing Anang's neck.
Their journey felt short, and now the vehicle that drove Anang had stopped.
Anang is getting ready to perform.
Santi who watches and helps Anang get ready, is still the same as in the first event.
So, Anang only needs to prepare mentally, in order to perform at the event well.
Da...
The event they came to, more or less the same size, with a crowd that was full, and filled the room.
There was a moment of chaos, when Anang would sing but his voice was not heard on the loudspeaker.
And at that very moment, Anang got a mock cheer from the audience.
Although it was not necessarily aimed at Anang, but enough to make Anang lose his confidence.
Anang's appearance had stopped, to repair the equipment he was wearing, before repeating his song from the beginning.
After Anang finished singing, this time the reception was less than satisfactory.
Because only a portion of the audience seems to like the appearance of Anang.
While some, just as mediocre, and as if not consider Anang's appearance special enough, to be given a standing ovation.
It was as it was in the first event.
After he finished singing, Anang then stood up, then bowed his body, before moving down from the stage.
"My appearance this time is not good?" anang asked, when Anang and Santi had returned to the van.
"Good!" sahut Santi's.
"It's a habit, isn't it if someone likes it or doesn't? Definitely not all like, because it may be different tastes of music," continued Santi.
The vehicle that drove Anang was back on the road.
Anang waved his hand, for Santi to come closer and sit on his lap again.
"Aren't you tired?" ask Santi.
"No! Right here! Just sit here!" sahut Anang, while patting his thighs.
Santi then approached Anang, and sat on his lap.
"Not to think about seeing the audience, who are less interested in your performance. That doesn't mean you don't look good." said Santi.
Anang just fell silent, while thinking about Santi's words.
It was like in the first event earlier, although Anang considered the appearance of people on stage all good, but there were only those who got a bad response from the audience.
"The taste of each person's music is different. No one likes you, and you don't have confidence!" santi said again.
Anang hugged Santi tightly, until Santi fell asleep in Anang's lap, but Anang did not want to let go.
Anang looked out the window.
The thought of how tomorrow was, it didn't seem to bother Anang too much anymore.
The important thing is that Anang tries to perform optimally, the reaction of the audience will not be a meaningful burden for him.