Hello Baby Blue

chapter 2 friday night football

You have no idea how much football is worth to my high school. It takes up majority of the spending of the school - for example, two hundred thousand dollars we do not even have are being spent on a new field when we can not even afford bathroom stall doors- and its ridiculous. We do not even have a decent team. In fact, half the people on the team can not throw a football. They only joined to be viewed as part of the "hottest" club in school which is completely insane unless you already have a large ego.

I mean the soccer team is thirty times better than the football players, but do they get held on that high of a standard as compared to the footballers.

After we establish the football "jocks" we can now explain the theory of cheerleaders. All they do in my school is cheer on the football players and make them food for the Friday night games. Seriously, people just consider them chefs who look great in a tiny uniform and sometimes I might actually feel bad for them.

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In our small town, apparently nobody has anything better to do than watch our team lose, again. No one cares about the cheerleaders and hell if they will the band unless they are apart of it. That's where I fit in.

Jack and I both play the alto saxophone while Genevieve- or one of my best friends - plays her trumpet. Although we sit by sections I never fail to see my other best friend Wade. He always makes me laugh.

Band is like a family. We accept you no matter who you are and that is important.

Constantly, we are playing songs like BUILD ME UP BUTTERCUP, THRILLER, RAISE YOUR GLASS, and especially HANG ON SLOOPY. As long as we entertain the crowd that is all that matters.

However no one really cares about the game itself nor its entertainment, but what happens after it. Sometimes we gather a whole bunch of people and go out to eat or just lay around and watch a movie.

After the first home Friday game we decided to throw a party at the field. It was epic:

The only lights besides the strobes were extinguished. Otherwise, the darkness was only pierced by passing cars and the full moon. In the middle of the field at the 60 yard line sat a huge booth where the D.J. was blasting My Chemical Romance. Surrounding the booth, everyone danced and swayed to the music. It was a beautiful sight.

It was at that moment where the "jocks" came with loads of beer and kegs. Don't get me wrong, I do appreciate an amazing party, but really? Why do you need to get drunk to have a good time?

Trying to put that behind me, I dragged Genvieve and Wade to dance. It was wonderful until I felt a  tug on my arm. I saw Jack. He reached out his hand as a slow song played. Gracefully, I took it into mine. We swayed to the music and the world seemed to stop for a moment. Then, I took a deep breath.