You can’t make the Stars Dance

Dear Selena Gomez,

I am supposed to have the best January of my life. But you cancelled your concert—and announced it five days before Christmas.

How dare you.

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I booked plane tickets just for your concert—international plane tickets at that.

Hanoi-Manila-Saigon plane tickets that cannot be refunded or rescheduled. This renders me aimless in Manila. I have nothing to do there, really.

Or more aptly, I don’t know what to do there.

But that’s not my point.

I was really looking forward to your concert.

I had countlessly imagined myself taking a train from a friend’s condo unit to the Smart Araneta Coliseum. I had pictured out what to wear, and how to dance to Slow Down.

Heck, I had even taken the extra mile to keep myself healthy so that I won’t be sick or whatever on January fucking 29.

While I was in Hanoi, anticipating for your concert, I would opt for taxi and bus rides for work because I wanted to make sure that I will be alive with limbs intact on January 29. I skipped bicycle and motorbike rides and deprived myself of their convenience just so I can veer from whatever road accidents that they could possibly bring me (God forbid).

I was really crazy for you and for your concert.

I talked about it endlessly to my Filipino, Vietnamese, and European friends. Everyone though I was weird because you’re all I ever talked about at work and in theater practice.

I defied logic and geography just to see you.

You see, when you announced the Stars Dance world tour, I dealt with sadness when I didn’t see my country in the list. I seriously considered going to the USA just to see your concert.

I’m glad I didn’t because when you announced the Asia-Australia tour, my heart skipped a beat. Manila was on the list and I swore to myself: this concert is going to change the way I experience your music. Stars Dance in Manila was going to be a once in a lifetime shit and I was excited for it.

Very.

But you never came.

And I will never know what it will be like to watch your concert, dancing with the crowd like here

You are so unfair. You broke my heart and the promise that I will see you in this lifetime.