Bleeding Souls

Ch. 18- A season of marching

Hello again and welcome back to the next chapter about my life. Let's begin.

     As you have probably been able to guess, I have a very musical personality. I love music... It just allowed me to escape from the harsh and cruel reality of the world. When I would sing, the rest of the world would just melt away, for once no one judged me about my size or my looks, they just heard my voice. The very fabric of my soul, the song that has been there all along but kept to myself. It helped shape me as an individual and brought out the best in me. Music just opened up all new possibilities for me and would help me meet some more incredible individuals, but we will get to that later on.

     Anyways, I had been doing band since 6th grade and it was fun but it was nothing compared to band at the High School. Most of my friends who I have already talked about in early chapters were in band with me. You see, once we got to the high school band, it was a whole new experience. We played at every football game on Fridays and it was some of the better moments from my time in high school. Just hearing the crowd cheer and playing the stand tunes was so of the most fun playing for the band. We also marched as the half-time entertainment and seeing the crowd launch up off of there feet when we got to a big hit was the greatest feeling in the world. I felt like I actually belonged somewhere for once, it was the closest thing to a family that I had, and I loved almost every bit of it. 

     When I first started out I was nervous. A little freshmen mixed with people from all other grades in High School, it was nerve racking. But I decided to introduce myself and try to meet new people. Most of them just kind of blew me off because I was a freshman but a few of them were actually pretty nice and fun to hangout with. And of course there were a few that were not the nicest people and they did make fun of me a little bit. Because of my weight. It was difficult for me to do push ups, they would mock me and say:

"What's wrong tubby? Cant do a push up?"

"That isn't a real push-up, That is pathetic just like you."

"Hey porky, got any bacon for me??"

     They would also stare at me and make fun of me when I did jumping jacks. And yes it did hurt but I moved on and didn't let it bother me. For once I felt at home and safe. No matter what they said to me I had the support of my friends to keep me up. They gave me strength and the marching gave me confidence. It solidified my love for music and the power it had to inspire people.

And that is the end of Ch. 14. I will see you in the next one.