The Doraemon Lover

I knew, or rather I know, being the only Secondary Four actor for the musical is going to involve some emotions that can go along the lines of, probably, the inability to make friends my age in the process, and how I can ostracized because of my superiority in age.

I could foresee all this going on, yet I chose to excruciate myself even in the midst of the busiest year of the four years in secondary education by joining the musical. It’s all in the name of interest - I am interested in acting and I thought my interest can defeat my emotions.

I would say, for now, it can’t.

Sigh, maybe it can in near future hopefully.

It’s figuratively a sword pierced through your heart to see your fellow musical actor refusing to come into the dance room just because I was the only one in the dance room then. I asked her popping my head out of the dance room, “Why didn’t you come in?” She questioned, “Who is in the room?”

She walked away without replying when I replied I was the only one in the room.

Ouch!

I don’t blame them anyway if we can’t really make an all-encompassing conversation for everyone including me - after all, two years of age gap is really a lot.

I shall just self-communicate - huh what’s that?