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Post by Friday on Sept 9, 2009 21:15:58 GMT -5
It was October now, and while the leaves were starting to change and the weather getting slightly cooler, I noticed that I was changing too. I wasn't the same awkward fish I was the year before. I couldn't be. There was a lot that had happened. I had a boyfriend. I had been kissed (that was a big one in my book). I had joined the game.
And once you join that game, these is no getting out. The game of Love... and War. I call it that because that is what it is. For girls, like myself, it's a strange mix of being flirtatous, and sweet. Desirable, but untouchable. Interested, but not desperate.
Now here is where I give credit to Arnold. We played the game, and we played well together. But for us that was all it was. A game, we knew nothing would come out of it. In my eyes, he was practice. And you know what they say, practice makes perfect. I had prefected my game play, now it was time to make my move.
Bands of America (from here out known as BOA), was approaching. It would be the biggest show I had ever performed in. It was just over a month away and tensions in the band were running high. We had the show on the field, and it was good. We just needed to perfect the little things, because in band (and in the rest of life), it's all about the little things. Practices were stretched to their limit, extra time was gathered going outside during class, everyone was striving to be their best.
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