Lights dimming and unearthly. Spoken words whispering in soft reverberations; voices of the known and strange started to sink. There I stood, within Victorian walls, perpetual heartbeats in resonance. It wasn't a vision of sleep that we often dare to speak of in volumes. It was a matter that felt unreal, yet in that split nano-second, was a moment of true pleasure. A baton in one hand, a cue on the other, a smile to signal an entry and a delicate common-time introduction. Those hands were the hands that guided the way into a journey composed for the ears. The splendours transpired with relentless energy from bar one to the final notations. The chords pressed with prepossessing refrains. And the harmonic destination is one to be recorded in this acute memory. As I hold it back one more time, I like to believe that history was made to give life a deeper meaning. That we are all capable of challenging ourselves; that we are here to make the best of what we can; that chances and coincidences play a role in the discography of one's expedition - these are written proves for the souls and minds. Music shall then transcends time as we connect ourselves in an interlocking path, destined but undefined. Only the echoes, of the sweet and refine, saunter in the bright hallway of yesterdays, never forlorn.
I would like to thank Mr. Richard Png for giving me the opportunity to conduct the PRSS Alumni Band in Victoria Concert Hall on 11th July 2008. It was a dream came true. To the boyz, namely Bros Zwan Zwan, Wiki, Ahmad Nawawi and Shafi, you all make it happen. And special thanks to Kelvin Chua for appearing at the very last minute to save the trumpets! Viva la Musica! (Though I am saddened by the fact that the Mag. 7 are not able to take on the stage, I am still holding on to the dream that one day we shall perform our 'Love Song' once more.)
