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ㅤ ︎ ︎ 𝓗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 ♡̷ — The crowd leans in, some swaying, some holding their breaths, and she lets herself ride the pulse, enjoying every sharp, teasing second on stage. ㅤ

ㅤ ︎ ︎ 𝓗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 ♡̷ —“Ang aabutin.” She drives the rhythm forward again, letting it swell and coil around her, feeling the energy of the room wrap tightly around the words. A subtle layer of voice drifts alongside the line, threading through the beat and the pulse ㅤ

ㅤ ︎ ︎ 𝓗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 ♡̷ — “Paglalaho.” The syllable stretches, almost fragile but with an edge that cuts through the music. Helia’s expression softens briefly, a small smirk at the corner of her lips as she plays with the beat, letting the words breathe. ㅤ

ㅤ ︎ ︎ 𝓗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 ♡̷ — “I am broken.” Her arms follow the pulse, precise and alive, and the words crack against the rhythm, dark and teasing at once. A small echo from Mania floats between the notes, a fleeting shadow of voice that threads through the line. ㅤ

ㅤ ︎ ︎ 𝓗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 ♡̷ — “I am cold.” Her voice carries a quiet sharpness, deliberate and alive, as she leans into the word, letting it hang in the air. The audience responds with small echoes, a murmur of recognition that spreads like a current through the space. ㅤ

ㅤ ︎ ︎ 𝓗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 ♡̷ — The tempo dips into the first verse, tighter and taut, drawing the energy inward without losing momentum. ㅤ

ㅤ ︎ ︎ 𝓗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 ♡̷ — The drummer watches the subtle reactions of the audience—the raised hands, the quick smiles, the sway of heads in time with the rhythm. ㅤ

ㅤ ︎ ︎ 𝓗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 ♡̷ — “Sa akin ka lang tanga. Oh ang sarap mong sirain.” The words land with a bite, edges rough but controlled. She leans slightly forward, letting the beat thrum beneath her. ㅤ

ㅤ ︎ ︎ 𝓗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 ♡̷ — “Kung anong meron ka'y akin. Gusto kong sakin ka lang.” Her movements are fluid, almost like she’s dancing with the rhythm, feeling the pulse of the crowd without needing them to shout. She laughs softly at the surge of energy around her. ㅤ

ㅤ ︎ ︎ 𝓗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 ♡̷ — A few fans hum along quietly, and she lets herself sink into the playful confidence of the opening. ㅤ

ㅤ ︎ ︎ 𝓗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 ♡̷ — “Gusto ko akin ka lang. Ako lang sinasamba.” Her voice cuts cleanly across the space, sharp and teasing, each word pressed into the beat with intention. ㅤ

ㅤ ︎ ︎ 𝓗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 ♡̷ — She tilts her head slightly, catching Mania’s eyes, and a grin spreads across her face as the first murmurs of the audience ripple toward her. ㅤ

ㅤ ︎ ︎ 𝓗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 ♡̷ — “Makausap siya nang iilan pang minuto.” Her eyes lift, taking in the stage, the lights, and the presence of her bandmates. The drummer lets the tension linger in the air, the beat carrying the feeling steadily forward, alive and unbroken. ㅤ

ㅤ ︎ ︎ 𝓗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 ♡̷ — “Luluhod hanggang magdugo ang tuhod.” The words land with more weight this time. Her arms move with purpose, striking the rhythm deliberate and exact. She leans into the pulse, letting the music hold her focus and fill the space. ㅤ

ㅤ ︎ ︎ 𝓗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 ♡̷ — She presses her hands harder against the drums, grounding the sound as it spreads across the stage and through her bandmates. ㅤ

ㅤ ︎ ︎ 𝓗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 ♡̷ — “Makasama siya nang iilan pang minuto.” Her lips part as she delivers the line, a quiet strain threading through her voice. ㅤ

ㅤ ︎ ︎ 𝓗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 ♡̷ — The rhythm deepens beneath her, each strike measured and precise. She tilts her head and closes her eyes briefly, letting the music pull her into the moment. The space feels thick, alive with the insistence of the song. ㅤ