Drumline Battle of the Field

8-The Game

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Tova, Jenna and Ally helped out with the make-up impaired. The frontline make up was winged black eye liner with thick glitter sparkles under the eye stretching to the very far tips of the wings. It was required for both genders. One by one, everyone slowly became more and more on-fleek.

After they finished eating they moved equipment to the stadium and watched as the game began, everyone in half uniform and glaring at the foot ball players.

The pit merged in with the batterie, all socializing as one. Shoe stood, leaning against the fence separating the stands from the track. Behind her was the batterie and their drums. Emma was standing next to her as well, and they were both testing each other's senses. "Okay what is he saying?" Shoe would ask, and Emma would tell her what she heard after a moment of listening.
"Lilyville is talking about a lateral pass?" She asked, unsure of what that was. "What color eyes does number 72 have?" She asked, and Shoe told her they were a brown-green.

Ally heard them doing this. She turned from her conversation. "Hey you guys Stop that. You never know who's listening." It was almost as if she was usually telling them to do something, but something almost forced them to follow her. Not that it was bad, it made them feel inclined to, and if not, they might as well be drowning.

The pit equipment rested in the far corner of the track. The lights of the stadium left reflexion off the keys and symbols. Looking at each other, the sparkles shining and eyeliner framing their beautiful eyes.

The clock dropped down to 8 minutes, and the seniors slowly began to feel ready for the circle. Getting into whole uniform, Marcy helped Amherst with her cuffs and zipping up the back. Amherst helped Oliver zip up his back. Tova zipped Liz, and so on. The juniors and seniors had already learned how to do it themselves.