A Marching Band Love Story

A Marching Band Love Story

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I feel my heart beating in my throat, the nerves devouring all of my thoughts. The wool uniforms that once comforted me aren't helping me now as the panic and nervousness flood over my body. My drum majors are running up and down the rows of my fellow band mates and color guardians giving us high fives and mumbling motivational phrases towards us. My hands start to tremble. I have never been nervous before a competition before but this one is different. This is the gate to the marching band big leagues. Our first national competition. Our directors start motioning for the band to start walking forward. We are on the field next. "Kansas City are you ready for the Valley Center Hornets to take the field" the announcer says making the crowd cheer. Here we go
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After all the warnings, you would think this wouldn't happen. All the rumors all ready going around the school. We wanted to prove them all wrong, but things happen. I sit on the tile floor not wanting to look and see. He has no clue, and I don't think I could tell him. I don't even think I would be able to face my parents. I look up through my leaking eyes and see it on the counter. I can't bring myself to stand and look at it. This wasn't supposed to happen to me, to us. We were so careful about it all, and now I'm here crying, and praying. Even though I know what is happening. There is only one thought running through my head, my best friend's what?

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