Savannah // Michael Clifford

1.4 - Julia

Savannah

One of the many joys in my life was always hitting baseball's in a game or while in a batting gage; there was always a calming affect that it had on me. Just turning on the pitching machine and getting lost, it was truly the best way to get me to be normal again.

Since the whole Mason thing happened, I've been trying to get back into being normal – as much as I could- again. Today though, I'm practicing for the charity softball game.

It's being held in Wisconsin and is run by Jordy Nelson- wide receiver for the Green Bay Packers. Most of the teams were comprised of players from said team, along with a handful of actors/actresses and singers that have been hand selected to play. It's really just a fun game for everyone and is for a good cause. I used to always see highlights of it on ESPN or social media and thought it would be so much fun.

Due to not wanting injuries, they have players doing warm-ups today and tomorrow before the game. It's nothing of seriousness but I knew with athletes they don't want to get hurt. For me, I've been placed on a team with a few of the Packers, although I will never complain because they're my favorite team in the NFL, and some of the Milwaukee Brewers.

"Savannah!" I stood back from the plate, halting the movement from the pitcher, turning to see my team caption coming my way.

"Yeah, Jordy?"

"Here's your jersey; number twenty-one, Savannah Whitley." I cringed at my last name but smiled as he handed me my red jersey.

I held it out in front of me inspecting it fairly well. Our team had the green colors with Packers written on the front and our number and name on the back. The other team was the same just had yellow instead. Everyone, excluding the team captions, were confused on who was on the other team, but it made it much more fun to see who we were up against. 

"Thanks, this'll look pretty badass tomorrow during the game." I deemed the shirt amazing then bundled it up under my arm.

"Be here by eight thirty tomorrow morning- or close to it." He said before heading over to another group of guys to hand out more shirts.

A lot of the team members had already grabbed their jersey's and left as practice was over with; some of us were just staying behind for a little bit.

As I looked at the time, I gathered up my stuff and set out to the stadium. Even though I just went through a softball practice, I still had sound check and a performance tonight. I probably should have thought more into this but if I busy myself maybe I can forget how my mom is supposed to call me for her birthday tonight.

I was dreading it because I know that she'll question why I'm not there and I didn't want to start an argument with her. She was always a huge pain when someone didn't do what she wanted.

Once I made it to the arena and rushed to get my stuff ready as I had ran a bit late getting here. Thankfully it was only soundcheck and it usually was never serious. I had to get hooked up for my in-ears and then I was ready

"Gray!" Michael sat in one of the seats in the audience, calling out to me when I walked out to the stage.

"Hey, Michael, what are you doing out here?" He shrugged his shoulders, giving me a cute smile after.

"Can't watch my best friend go through her set list?" His grin caused me to smile too, and then his comment had me chuckling. 

"Okay, but don't be so shocked when I blow you away." I joked, grabbing onto my microphone.