This is the reason why I spent tense long minutes last Saturday night rushing from an event in Manila back to Makati, stressing over whether I was going to lose my seat because I arrived late:
Elliot Yamin grew sweatier and more dishevelled as the show went on, which was ok. He was still amazing.
And the best thing about this is that I didn’t have to stand in line or butter someone up to get tickets. They just came to me, courtesy of a text from Mika offering her spare tickets (which she also didn’t have to wait in line to get, courtesy of a hoard of Ayala discount cards). It was all good, and I made it in time. Not a bad Saturday night at all.