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Late Friday Night Pt 1

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'Why am I here?'

I sat shivering my ass off in the stands, 

'Well Fuck' These bulky uniforms aren't helping either, I can barely sit down, my hat's string is choking my neck and the collar is restricting my breathing. The crowd screams as our team make another field goal, and the conductor yells "UP! UP!" while his assistant holds up a small white board with words in expo marker, instructing us to play the fight song. My instrument is cold and shiny in my hands, and I struggled to form notes, and extend the slide because this guy is in front of me, and I may hit his head. My whole section is so perfect, so tall, and clear, the counter melody was sound, yet i'm here and I can't even see whats in front of me because i'm so short. My whole section memorized their music, cleaned their slides, perfected their tone, called me short, not talk to me at all. But i'm a pagan to their art.

It went by so fast, and everyone immediately sat down after the song. I didn't realize how lonely I was till now, sitting among a crowd of band geeks and their people. It was awkward for me because I didn't have any true friends to talk to, and my phone was in a weird spot of the overalls because of the bulky-ass jacket. So I had nothing to do besides watch the football game or play whatever song the conductor wanted the band to play.

I stare at a few cheerleaders and I was jealous because their sweaters looked comfortable, despite their legs being bare. I honestly enjoyed the sight, some of the cheerleaders are actually nice, some of them were a bit mean, but they all are beautiful as hell, and what else can you do but admire them? It was time for the half time show and the director ushered us out of the stands and down to the field where we all aligned with our sections. I stand as close to Ethan as I can because i'm short and he's the second shortest in our section, but he's like five inches taller than me "sorry." I mumbled, he didn't answer me back but he just nodded. We all walked towards the field like toy soldiers and I turned my head slightly to look at the enormous crowd of people.

I'm not nervous at all.

At least that's what I thought when the stadium lights beam down on your hat, and the brim presses against your head. I happened to catch the eye of one of the cheerleader's in particular, but we broke eye contact because the director wanted us to play Billie Jean by Michael Jackson, The crowd then clapped, whistled, cheered and all the in between. We had little choreography, we tilted our hats, and marched back to the stands, been there, done that. Now, it was the cheerleaders turn, and they high five'd us, One of them brought their hand up to me, and I don't know why, but I ignored her spirited gesture and she ended up high fiving the tallest guy behind me. 

Oh the stands, the stands are so cold. But now I can relax.

'its almost over, its almost over, it's almost over.' 

My eyes stare straight ahead, past the guy in the front of me. I watched the cheerleaders do this cool routine and enjoying every second when they lifted their legs up to their pom poms. After that, well, back to the game, and I die in my seat, groaning some fog into the air.

About an Hour and a half later...

Now, it's done. It's finally done. I'm never going to go to another high school football game in my life, I didn't go to any last year, so why did I even bother to go this year? I tried to hurry back to the changing room because I can't take this uniform anymore, but instead I heard a "Hey wait!" behind me and I have to come to a halt. Other band geeks walked past me and I wanna kill myself because ugh. A cheerleader jogged up to me, the same one that tried to high five me. We walked together towards the changing room, of course I started walking towards the changing room and now she's following me.