Usually, the atmosphere days before the monologue will be very stressed, nervous, busy. Not for us. Not for our batch. We are demoralized, tidak-apa, disappointed. No one really really cares for the monologue. It’s of no importance if everyone is not given equal treatment. Sitting in Pelenggang on our supposed-full dress rehearsal, I feel like I’m sitting in a hall during church camp, where everyone is sharing and confessing. Or just hanging out, talking. It’s quiet with whispers of conversations floating around. Everyone seems to be gossiping with the latest development of scandals. half-baked progresses. Ah, what a life. The good thing is, most people in the same boat are united in voice. We grew apart before, we grow closer now. It is the time of the year when Pelenggang is our 2nd home, making it a base to rehearse and just relax. Just like in Red Carnation.
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