Malay Romance Zaman Now
33. Song
And that day came. The plains of Kuto Besak Fortress were crowded by the audience who wanted to see the candidates for indie bands who were soon to protest. By mid-afternoon, they had already arrived there, gathering with the other participants. Pas signed up a few days ago their band got the number order thirty-six, maybe around the afternoon they just showed up on stage.
“That's important we don't be nervous,” says Rama. “Our body is also influenced by thoughts and feelings. So, take good care of our mentality.”
One by one the band's name continued to be called in an orderly manner to immediately fill the stage to sing two songs. One free song and another self-created song. Not only pop, streams like reggae, metal, and rock, as well as all sorts of derivatives, such as heavy metal, pop rock, and so on, and so also filled the excitement of the contest sponsored by one of these cigarette brands. They perform as well as possible so that the jury gives a satisfactory assessment and ensure they enter the top ten aka can advance to the next round. Apart from Palembang, there are also contestants who come from outside the city, such as Prabumulih, Indralaya, Lubuk Linggau, and Muara Enim. They were all willing to come all the way to enter the contest. Not only because the prize money is quite a lot, up to ten million rupiah for the first champion, but also to start their career steps in the future, and certainly also want their band known in every corner of the archipelago.
“The plan is Dita and Devrie will come,” beber Vio,“Masayu also.”
“For what one person it comes?” sergeant Rama.
“Participant number thirty-six. Philosophie!”
The call aroused their passion. They climbed onto the stage and were watched by hundreds of spectators.
Vio approached Rama while saying,” May you not be angry, I'm sorry before. You are willing to wear pants that are torn now, continue not to wear pants that have been given by Masayu. Okay, you're still mad at her, but don't let it ruin our dress. Our clothes are also judged by the jury, Jok. Now, I hope you wear this red tie. Squirrel him! It's about our band, Ram!”
He put his mouth closer to the mic. “Good afternoon. Introduce, I'm Rama. That handsome bassist is called Vio. And the drummer's name is Kiagus. For the first song we will bring the song Not a Hero, by Superman Is Dead.”
Enter the second song. “Next, song created by us three.”
From the first verse to enter the chorus, punk lovers in the BKB court jumped and jumped up and down to accompany the music called Rama with the Emo Punk genre. The song is over, the sound of applause rumbles.
In the evening, the names of the bands nominated for the final round were announced tomorrow. The committee announced the ten bands. There have been five bands who have fun, because the name of their band was called by the committee. Rama, Vio, and Kiagus waited in alarm. They hope to enter the next round. Weeks of practice, if it fails, what it means. And this kind of contest is very rarely held, especially in Palembang. Their big dreams were concentrated in these deeply troubling few seconds.
“Nah, next, the band from Palembang.”
Rama was nervous.Vio closed his eyes while squatting.
“This band is punk,” exclaims the woman again. The sound of punk rumbles. “Congratulations..”.
“Can't be us,” sigh Vio, skeptics.
The committee continued, “Philosophie, participant number thirty-six.”
“Hah?” Rama could not believe it. “Jok... Jok.. we pass.”.Rama again wearing a red tie had been released. “Aalhamdulillah's. Tomorrow we have to be better than now, Jok.”
***
In this final round with nine other participating bands, Rama cs will perform all-out. This time they and the other participants played only one song. And they performed the song Endank Soekamti, May You be in Hell.
And everyone didn't expect it, and really didn't expect it at all. From behind the stage suddenly appeared I Made Putra Budi Sartika sangvocalis, then appeared also I Made Eka Arsana the holder of bass and backing vocals. I Gede Ari Astina the drummer.
Suddenly Rama stood up and everyone who sat stood up, flabbergasted to see their idol band on stage. The committee did not say there would be a Superman Is Dead.
“Jok... Jok.. S.I.D, Jok,” exclaim Rama in disbelief.
The vocalist greeted all the spectators who were silent. “Apo are you Wong Kito Galo?”
Stand up straight defiantly
Never give up
Unwilling to give up
Stand up straight defiantly
No matter the devil
I won't be friends
The beat of punk music makes all the audience prance and raise their hands up. All who memorized the song sang along cheerfully. Until the end of the song, the audience cheers were not broken.
But you're always there when I feel weak
Never insult….
My steps mean nothing without you
This joy will never exist
The sound of audience applause soared into the sky on a really great night was not playing this when the song entitled Enemy Sahabatitu was over.
“Again.....again!”.
However, all SID personnel left the stage which was showered with lights. Then the organizers fill the stage now and will read out the name of the contest winner's band. Rama, Vio, and Kiagus, as well as all the members of the other contestant bands were misgivings. They were all waiting for the results of the announcement.Some of the participants and the audience shouted in excitement after hearing the announcement.
“Now, champion three, this reggae band, from Palembang. Rasta Musi! Congratulations!”
“Yeehhhh!!” scream reggae kids who are partially dreadlocked. The band's frontman boasted a picture of Bob Marley on his shirt with his pointers. The yellow and green colors were vibrant between them. “Rasta... rasta.. is the best .. for you and me. Yooo... maaan.”
However, Rama cs are not as happy as they are. The committee again read out the name of the winner to champion two. “Will get a parcel in the form of a cool T-Shirt and money worth five million rupiah! And not left behind anyway, will be able to enter the recording kitchen like the champion three earlier!”
“If it was reggae, now a punk band. Welcome to.. Philosophie.”
Rama and Kiagus faced west, and put their eyebrows on Earth, bowing in gratitude to the Lord who had given this precious gift. Vio was also grateful.
The three of them went up on stage. The three of them are unceasingly grateful to God and thank everyone who has supported and prayed for them to become the second champion.
“And for the first champion, heavy metal genre. Congratulations to Moesi!”
Rama, Vio, and Kiagus embrace closely. And all the more spectacular when SID is back on stage.
“As a tribute,” says I Made Putra Budi Sartika. “We will perform a song from one of the contestants, titled Palembang Punk City!”
Rama closed his face because he did not believe in the slightest.Vio pushed Rama. “Ram... Ram... tabok me... tabok me, Jok! Am I dreaming now, ha?”
“Didak, Jok, you don't dream. It's real.”
“Ram, now we are able to set foot in Olympus!”
“Awesome! Even we planted the flag at its peak!”
More than that, they were invited to perform together with SID. Not playing! Not made! Rama hugged the vocalist.
“We saw your song on Youtube, very good this song of yours. We have been doing training from last night until this afternoon. And it's true our estimate, that this band of yours will be champions.”
“That memorized this song, kito sang samo-samo.”
Do not be silent
Come on out
Eliminate this boredom
We're hepi-hepi
Throw away your worries
We hurry
Enjoy the beautiful city ….
The beloved
Hanging out in Kuto Besak Fortress
The Musi River is wide
Ampera Tower, towering
Palembang ….
OY!!!
Palembang ….
OY!!!
Palembang ….
OY!!!
Look at the beautiful sky
O my friend
We sing together
Give me your smile
When you are sad
There we are here
We walk down
City road tonight
Hanging out in Kuto Besak Fortress
The Musi River is wide
Ampera Tower, towering
Palembang ….
OY!!!
