Having performed at various venues (both with the marching Warriors and my own bands), I was used to people looking at me, but nothing could prepare me for the sheer volume we passed on the streets of New York. I try to maintain my drumline face (pretty much a resting bitch face, if I'm being honest), but I get too caught up in the magic of the parade.
I make eye contact with one young girl, who seems surprised to see me lugging Quincy down the street, and smile briefly at her...maybe there's a new drumline girl in the making.
YOU ARE READING
Untitled Marching Novella (Drabbles)
Teen FictionWork in progress for potential sequel/novella for Confessions of a Teenage Band Geek, by Courtney Brandt. I hope to release this in 2016. Characters are mine. Reviews and critiques are welcome.
