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feat. Mabinaldo, Teresa Magbanua & Trinidad Tecson, Goyong is a Girl’s Generation fan, MacArthur has feels, Tonio loves musicals, IsaTonio (na request ni heneralakate!!!! <3) and fluffy ending. Pang-hilom mula sa isang hate blog na ‘yon *ubo ubo*

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Sir MacArthur was showing the films today. Tonio could now feel the artistic streak in him quivering with excitement—he and his brother indeed shared the same blood.

MacArthur turned on the projector, turned off the lights, which inevitably caused Rusca to sarcastically scream. Tonio saw Paco swat Rusca’s arm as Joven struggled not to laugh.

Tonio heard the click of a CD being placed in the drive, and soon a picture was playing on the whiteboard.

Sure enough, Pepe’s CD played first. Tonio could tell from the viciously amazing editing at simply the title. Tonio watched intently with his chin propped. Mary Clare  entered, dressed in a nun’s attire…singing?

Musical? Hebigat.

It was indeed a musical. Mary Clare sang a nun’s song about God and a new day, and Tonio heard some yawns at the back, and someone say “ano ba ‘yan ba’t kumakanta”. Tonio wanted to smack them—he absolutely adored musicals, damn anyone who thought to insult them.

The yawns were immediately changed to chortles as the camera panned to Andres, sitting at the corner of a street dressed as a hobo. He heard Aguinaldo snicker—but whatever laughter that was in the room vanished when Andres began to sing. They all blinked, including Tonio, and stared at Andres who sat by the window. He was smirking.

It was a simple story—a wretched beggar who received alms only from the beautiful nun of the convent. Soon, the beggar fell in love with the only person who showed him kindness. And then a car came along.

Tonio would later ask Pepe who edited those special effects, because damn. It was almost as good as Rusca’s car crash in their movie. The poor man became the victim of a hit-and-run, and he crawled weakly to the place that he could call home the most. The nun returned from an errand, and horrified at the state of her friend, proclaimed her despair. And the wretch—no longer a coward in the face of death—proclaimed his love to her.

It was a duet of regret, of bittersweet joy. Mary Clare’s and Andres’s voices rose in a crescendo that gave Tonio chills—and it ended with only the lady’s voice singing.

The class was in such a depressed state that only a picture of Pepe the Frog floating next to Rizal’s name in the credits cheered them up. As Tonio wiped his eyes, he heard Jacinto yelp and say “sakit mo naman sumiko, Pe!”

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