YOU probably noticed the repetition: attractive Joanna and a younger comely cameragirl who’s Joanna’s spitting image; good-looking Fidel, even; pretty town; nice electronic music; fine violin music; beautiful house; and so on. What can I say?
As you read, I inhabit the story. And even as I tell the story, I read with you, because that is how I am and how I’ll always be. I am very much interested in my audience, so much so that even when I’m abroad, I am there with them to whom I tell my story at that very moment I’m sitting with my co-writer and editor, sparse as a spare tire, the moment at which I’m writing is the same moment at which you are reading. I may be away but I will always be here. With you.
Sure, this story is about Fidel too but Fidel is Joanna in so far as he inhabits her world, and only by telling his story can I tell Joanna’s story.
Then she added, “Alam mo, tama ka, meron din siguro ibang artist na namomroblema tulad ng mga pinoproblema mo. Pero ito ang tanong ko, ha: ba’t niyo pa ba poproblemahin iyon? Dapat maging masaya kayo habang masaya ang buhay artist niyo. Tapos, e di mag-retire kayo.”
He opened the envelope, read the mail.
He laughed. He turned to Joanna, giving her the note, saying, “Pupunta raw