Folks song festival competision part 2

The next day, the writer came back to his house. Immediately greeted by the cheerful face of the mother, she asked.

The author tells what it is. Mamah understood and once again thanked her.

It was that incident that gave rise to faith, if he was on the deviant path, I could return him back to the straight Path. While the activities of Ujang's organization continued, there was still one more year left in my RW position. Thanks to the recommendation from the Head of the Cibangkog Tarka, I was chosen to be the head of the Arts section, which was perfect.

Based on information from the chairman, in these months people's competitions (Folks song) will be held between Rw in the municipality of Bandung (at that time it was still a municipality, not yet a city of Bandung), but the time was tight, registration for group admissions was almost over.

The author negotiated with Mamah agreed. He provided information as well as mentioned the names of Eneng's playmates who are good at singing, namely Nur, Mia and Ela.

Worried that the information was true, that time was tight, the author wanted to register first, but was constrained by finances. Finally the author wants to register first. Finally, the author thinks, remembers the Cibangkong environmental office, because of this competition, actually the development of the environmental level is represented by 2 Rw. Incidentally, the neighborhood office is quite close from Si Eneng's house, approximately 50 m, turn left 50 m again. Arriving at the office, the writer came face to face with the head of the neighborhood, who at that time was named Ulis Sukandi.

The author expressed the author's intention, but Mr. Ulis refused, arguing that the cash was empty. We debated for quite a while, finally the writer bombed it.

"Then you don't love your child"

He looked pensive for a moment, finally he shouted to his staff.

"Here, here is the ID card!" "My money is also winnowed, sir," the author commented.

"Tah Cep, enough is not enough, there must be enough. There is only that much money." "Thank you sir"

At the place of registration, the author is grateful, the money is enough for registration, nothing more, nothing less. After that, the committee asked for the registration name for Folks song Rw-04, the writer mentioned one by one: Poppy the female singer Nur, Ella, Mia, then the writer's mind drifted to Karees, then the writer continued, Lili vocalist and guitarist, maxe vocalist, Eli guitarist and Guitarist.

"How is that enough?" Ask writes.

"Enough, meets the requirements" "What if there is an addition?" asked the writer just in case.

Long story short, the children who were contacted by the author agreed and agreed, and even added a female vocalist on the recommendation of Nur, the vocalist of the Manatak group (Combined Manado, Ambon and Batak)." The author's caution was proven, the writer immediately reported the name of Ida Losung, an additional member.

Alhamdulillah, Allah made everything easy. The author got a training ground in an empty house in Karees.

It's time to adjust the sound composition, the author proposes Poppy's composition and Mia brings the voice to 1. Either offended or not accepted. Suddenly Nur and Ida performed a duet singing a song, the voices were compact, high, jarring.

The writer just realized that Nur and Ida's quality is more than Poppy and Mia's voice quality. Along with that awareness, the writer was subdued. "It's up to you, whoever gets the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd vote, just sort it out.

One time the author was confused, the house where he practiced was locked, none of which had one, while after being asked here and there no one kept the key. In confusion one appeared. He has a beautiful slang girl friend, his father is kind, the living room is spacious.Only the place is outside Rw 04, in the wargi cinema area, which is a place for friends from the study after the author confirmed that the group is allowed to practice there.

Finally, all the group members headed there, Ida's house was next to Si Nyi Indian Girl's house, blocked by one house.

In the midst of practice, Kang Djodjoh came to control, saying: "Where are the children going?" Hearing this question, the writer was offended. Don't worry, Kang Djoh, the children will not be taken to prostitution."

Kang Djodjoh was silent for a moment, not responding to the author's sarcastic remarks, which would trigger an argument. Wisely he headed straight for the training ground.

Even the wind blows more beautifully, there is new information, there is a more conferhensive training place, closer in distance, which is located in the middle between Jalan Karees and Jalan Sasiran.

The house of Mr. Sholeh, a director of a PT, the construction of the East Square shopping center, I don't know who contacted. The author hopes that someone will tell, to thank. Until the end of the race no one told.

Now, the group Folk song Rw. 04 became an elite group. Members are picked up and picked up by merci cars. I should be happy, but I don't feel it. It felt like something was missing.

I felt ignored, felt left out. The feeling is getting more and more pressing day by day. Until one point the author realized the author had lost control, lost power.

Maybe this is what is called the psychology of lost. The pain was real. Caring for yourself to be treated unworthy, humiliated, wasted, and abandoned. Real, don't borrow other people's feelings.