Dreams had always inspired almost everyone to do something that they badly want to accomplish. Yet, I believe that sometimes, these dreams pull our hopes downward.
It is almost everybody’s dream to do something worthwhile; something that they had been working hard to do for, like, forever. But there would always be those times wherein hoping is unnecessary and that the only possible way to avoid frustration, is to STOP.
To watch something that you have invested all your hopes into to fail is the most heart- breaking thing for me. Imagine looking forward to practices not just for the opportunity to have a good laugh with friends but to try to prove to yourselves that you’re not just a band with a name, but a band who’s training hard to produce what all bands are working hard to: a good song. But at the end of the day, you still end up being unable to finish a song that has been practiced for about a month already. It’s tiring to say things like: “It’s okay. We’ll be able to do it next time” or “It was good. It just wasn’t good enough”. Hearing those things repeated almost every time, it got me thinking.
Are we really progressing?
Or are we just too occupied by our dream to succeed that we are all blind to the fact that our band is actually producing nothing but the sounds of the instruments in the studio alone?
Just the plain ordinary sounds. Nothing that special to make us be called a successful band.
As some members of the band found their ways into other bands, FRUSTRATION got hold of me and it got me thinking what took us so long to figure out what had been wrong with the band that we had once aspired to establish.
PRACTICE.
PRACTICE.
PRACTICE.
It’s always the same reason, yet we never did anything to mend the problem. We always find time to do something else yet the only step that we could have done to save our so-called band was left hanging somewhere in our minds.
Had Nuance for Masquerades really existed?
Was it that unimportant that at one blink of an eye, we just woke up to the fact that we were not progressing and that we should bury it somewhere way too deep into our minds so as to avoid unnecessary talks about it?
The answer?
I don’t know, either. It’s not easy letting go of something that you wanted to work but, it’s much harder to try to mend something if there’s a big red sign flashing out of its face saying: YOU CAN’T MEND ME.
No one’s to be blamed. We all know how to play. And we all know how to play our parts well.
We just can’t find the right formula for executing the right music.
But once we do, if we ever find it, we’ll be the perfect all-girls band as how we saw ourselves when we were just starting.
Maybe it’ll take a hell of a lifetime before it happens. And come to think of it, as things are right now, there’s about 99% chance that it’ll never happen.
So what, right? At least for once, even if it’s just in our minds, an all- girl’s band soared higher than all the other bands combined. It existed.
I just wish all of us good luck. We’ll all find our right places. And when we are all successful people already, we would look back to the times when we were striving hard to produce a song in a small studio, and we’ll all take a good laugh out of it. We’ll laugh harder than we had ever laughed before. No regrets, no frustrations. Just plain old happiness
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