Personal Narrative: Friday Night Football

I walk down the steps of the A wing noticing things for the first time, even though I’ve been in this hallway many, many times. I remind myself doing this is the right thing; I think about how much music means to me and recall the memories from a Friday night football game a few months earlier.
We line up in the sparse grass with bags on shoulders and instruments in hand. Faces turn forward and bodies stiffen at the squeal of the whistle that call us to attention. The buses we got off of only a few moments earlier pull away, revealing the stadium of the Chardon Hilltoppers. We begin marching to the cadences of the drumline; some people move while others stand oblivious to our existence. Reaching the edge of the bleachers is cause for us to …show more content…
“Hey, I wanted to tell you,” she turns to me, “...I’m not going to play.” I say it slowly as just simply saying it brings me to the brink of tears while my heart races inside my chest; the feeling reminds me of performing on Friday nights, but the quick heart is only part of the sensation. The adrenaline rush is another that combines with the anticipation; the hot stadium lights and the straight-jacket like uniforms cause my body discomfort. And even with heat radiating off my body, performing in front of a few hundred people is what I wait all week …show more content…
“After I didn’t get to play fall ball with the 14s I was basically like I’m not going to play and then when we talked I was like this could totally work, and then I came to pitching a few times and I was like I can totally make this work. Then we got the musical and” “Now we are here.” She finishes my sentence since all I was doing was rambling. “Yeah.” The long silence as we walk toward the door is uncomfortable so she asks if I am doing anything musical after I leave. I lie and say no even though I’m going to practice my trombone and have a lesson later in the afternoon. As I sit in the practice room, trombone in hand, I realize I’ve just ended one of the best phases of my life. Softball has been a huge part of me for almost eight years and even though I said so long, it will always have a place in my heart. Dr. Seuss said it the best, “Don’t cry because it's over, smile because it happened.” Despite receiving a tear or two anyway and saying goodbye, I’ve also said hello to a new journey. A journey of stage productions, and music, where I have met some of the most amazing people who I will never forget. I remind myself of what I truly love before returning to my practicing. The mound is my home, halftime is my gametime, and the shadows are my

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