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From Sun Star (sunstar.com.ph), a widely-circulated provincial newspaper in Southern Philippines.
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Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Dao shall be a fan
By Orleigh C.
Supahnova
Fandemonium. Put Asias next big thing in no less than the Queen City of the South, and expect all hell to break loose.
Pardon the neologism, but puritans, eat your hearts out: the Jerry Yan fanatics all over the world were here last Friday to see him in the flesh.
Whoever once said that one cant argue with success couldnt be more correct: being a supahfan is a universal thing.
I wasnt really, at first, a huge fan of this Taiwanese phenomenon, but the almost unbelievable possibility (okay, its a hyperbole) of meeting him sounded too irresistible; I just had to drop everything.
My apologies to the governor for being a no-show (Im a huge fan of hers, too) for her all-important state of the province address, but there I was at the Pacific Grand Ballroom of the Waterfront Hotel in my unapologetic supahfan mode, joining the long queue of fanatics from all over the world, from faraway U.S. of A. to Japan, Thailand, Taiwan, Hong Kong or even as close as Manila (funny, but with all this hullabaloo about PGMA, Manila sounds like a foreign country to my ears already, yikes!) carrying with them flashy variations of Love Jerry posters in full color, blinking like the stars.
My mobile phone kept on blinking, too (I placed it on silent mode in accordance to proper etiquette), as I was happily harangued with requests from well-meaning friends who would have wanted to tag along. But sadly, Sun.Star was only given two tickets thanks to Jean Bastinen (although the event was absolutely for free, but the invitations were rarer than pink diamonds). Like the rest of the flock in broad daylight (it was to start promptly at 3 p.m., we were told) I was patiently lining up incognito when my dear friend Marlon Wafer spotted me and beckoned me to the VIP entrance.
I took a quick look at the invite and thanked my lucky star when it read, yes, VIP. This is a fabulous job, I reminded myself.
So there we were inside, anticipating with glee the appearance of Jerry Yan. I was seated beside Ryan Mark of The Freeman and ace director Junjet Primor.
Later, we were joined by Jude Bacalso and Rycky Pilapil, my two precious friends, and I was flabbergasted when somebody gave me a buzz on the cheeks: Oj Hofer! Layshu ra ang show, I said out loud.
The international audience couldnt dig Filipino time (you heard that right: reality sucks) so there was an almost too-deliberate attempt at entertaining the restless crowd (with Manila PR guy Keren Pascual doing an Arnel Ignacio, interacting with the audience) and the fans gladly gave in, without a clue that they were making fools of themselves (in a rather nice way).
Ill have to hand it to the organizers for starting the show at 3:30 p.m. when everything was settled. A brief fashion show featured the teen-wear collection of Bench. To my own surprise, the crowd was polite, save from some snide remarks (and the juicy inside story behind the fashion show better left for my witch aunties page, nyahaha!)
Suddenly, Jerry Yan materialized on stage. A chum whispered into my ears a validation: Di diay ni Dolly Parton? (read: this was for real). At that exact moment, some kind of rapture took place. Ive never seen a deluge of confetti like that coming down like rain.
He sang all but two (Taiwanese?) songs, and music being a universal language, I found myself swaying to Dao Ming Zus tunes. The crowd was in complete hysteria. And boy, what a cathartic experience it was to scream, swoon, and shout at the top of your lungs sans the cares in the world.
For a brief shining moment, Jerry Yan became a symbol of a new world one can escape to. There was nothing extraordinary about the way he looks in person, or his cutesy way of humming an unexpected song, that draws people in. But its his presence that seeps into the interstices of the heart that is his true magic, as if casting a cliché on you, and one becomes an instant convert.
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