I’m not talking about Davy Jones.

I’m talking about a guy who’s got so much heart and whose talent overflows the moment he does what he did best for the audience: sing.  I’m talking about Davy, the dreamer.  If that still isn’t enough, Davy: the Pinoy Dream Academy contender.  Got it? 

I get it.  You’re not alone.  It’s perfectly normal for the audience to forget reality T.V. stars a few shows after.  Do you still remember Marinel?  Or perhaps, Arms?  Exactly. 

Not me.  Davy is one talented guy.  He’s one super-talented guy, I think.  Aside from being a drop-dead crooner, he’s also a promising composer.  He’s got what it takes to be a good musician, a real artist, but not a lot of mainstream freaks would amen to that.  Perhaps because, that’s just it, most Filipinos are looking for stars, not artists. 

And so when I saw the Baguio boy walking down Session Rd., I grabbed the opportunity to say “Hi, Davy!”, but careful not to do it the way fans do it so well.  I wasn’t exactly a fan.  I am a music enthusiast, and being a disciple of music, I look up to him.  I was careful not to sound like a regular, placard bearing aficionada, because then it wouldn’t make Davy look good, and me, either.  He said “Hi!” and there was also artistry by the way he flashed his smile at me…. 

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He shook my hand and we started down Session Rd.  I pointed to a billboard where his face still appears, as well as the other PDA guys.  He smiled.  It sent music to my ears, and he wasn’t even singing yet!  I said I was a big fan of his (which, for want of a better term, sounded better for that particular situation.  Imagine what he would have felt if I said “admirer”.  It wouldn’t sound right.)  I told him I rooted for him and that I watched every single performance he delivered and commended him for breaking a leg every time.  He said he was always nervous, but I assured him he fooled the crowd by looking cool onstage.  He asked me if I loved music too, and I said yes, while we were going to a nearby coffee shop (‘cause he said he’s meeting someone there and he’s fifteen minutes early so why don’t I come with him for the meantime and have a cup of coffee?)  I said I sing at church and I teach songs to children and teeners.  After much insistence, he was able to make me sing the chorus of “Don’t Know Why” by Norah Jones, and I could see he was impressed, I guess.  My voice wasn’t that good that day because I had soft ice cream with Ate Gloria and Lizel an hour before.  He said he liked my voice: soft but according to him--- quality-wise, nice.  I almost lost my heart as it went a-thumping but I restrained myself and said “Thanks…”  mustering a sense of propriety I didn’t know I had.  We were talking for ten minutes or so when his eyes lit up.  He asked me to meet him in one band rehearsal so he could listen to me sing some more.  I was in seventh heaven, and said “How about now?”, and lost my manners when I needed them the most.

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Of course I made that up. 

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After he said “Hi” and smiled at me, I walked as fast as I could and overtook him, afraid that people will label me a fan.  I didn’t even look back.

Nota bene:  Marinel was 2nd Runner up in Star in a Million and Arms is among the contenders in Philippine Idol. 

Lifted from an old blog post (2007.07.30)