The Taylor's committee just quoted The Kings half their price. Surely, the sufferings we received from our former college is not over. Jon, however, was oblivious to this Taylorian treatment, as he was from a different institution. Still, the whole scenario was rather... fake.
All around the meeting room, there were signs that the college could easily fork out three grand. Teak wood, gold plated frames, double polished tiles and heavy doors show that three grand only worth a snot for them. And yet, they still tried to negotiate for a discount. And that Mrs. Jega grin is getting irritating!
The event we were supposed to perform in was, as expected, overly lavish. At Marriott Putrajaya's biggest (and most expensive) ballroom, a large backdrop read "Taylor's College International Conference for Educators Dinner".
Looks like the Taylorian's pulled another good one again. The people around us were just Taylor's College staff and some Kelantanese, Kedahans and Terengganu-ans that make up the 'international' contingent. We know the 3 northern states are a world apart from Klang Valley but come on! (no pun intended so pls don't ideologically invade us!)In the ballroom, we met some familiar faces. Hi-Volt Productions, Malaysia's best event management company (statement endorsed by the friends of H-Volt Productions) and our close friends were providing the machinery.
After soundcheck, which we were late to attend anyway, we were taken to Negeri Sembilan... room.
All rooms there were named according to Malaysian states and Ronnie was left wondering why he can't find Sparta (Subang Jaya).
There in NS room, we waited.
Boredom started to kick in quickly as the guys busied themselves with countless rounds of card games but, much to our surprise, we were actually well fed this time!
In fact, too well fed, if not the best we've have had since we started performing professionally. A burger that Ronnie can't fit in his mouth, a burger patty so huge that Matt didn't ask for seconds and the amount of mayo smeared on Niggy's face suggest that its the best burger on the planet, just behind those Ramly burgers.Then, after a 5-hour wait, we finally got the call and began our preparations. Ronnie was pulling up his pants, Jon was grooming, Matt was tightening his fake beared, Chi Ho was checking the alignment of his broom, and Niggy can't choose which pair of shades he should wear. Discussions about crowd response fill the room. One last practice for the Riverdance and we were good to go!
As the curtains ascend, much to our expectation, the crowd took quite awhile to realise that The Professor really is not a professor! Slowly, giggles and chuckles turned in to echoing laughter as the crowd slowly found their sixth sense... the sense of humour. However, crowd participation was poor and we forced to cut short our performance. Now, we face possible Taylorian treatment again.
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