You know that song 'Welcome to the Black Parade'? Okay I was listening to it and I decided to write my incites, or what first came to mind, as I listened to it.
My writing is often very deep and is my way of draining my current feelings inside. Just be warned of that now.
The rain hadn't showed any signs of letting up as I gazed up at the old scoreboard on the football field. I closed my weary eyes and thought long and hard to a time when I was younger.
The music had begun as my best friend's marching band played to the football game. It was the last game of the season, the last game I'd attend since I was going to college the year after.
I reopened my eyes and smirked faintly, mouthing the words, "carry on," on my lips. The rain seemed to get heavier suddenly and I just stood there smiling faintly, turning and running up to the fifty yard line, splashing about through a jungle of puddles.
I remembered more.
We lost that game, but the band's competition was that night. I of course, attended. It was pouring there as well and we all showed our support. This year's group had been a promising group and half of us were graduating so a win would be lovely.
I laughed and opened my eyes again looking around at the empty field. Suddenly I could hear cheers and hear band music playing. As I continued to look around, I could feel myself standing beside the band. I looked to the side and looked over, amazed. That day was replaying itself in front of my eyes.
Now the music we were playing what we already knew, but we had to do out best today. Our hard work was not for nothing. We had to show these 1-time losers what we could really do. I stood up and raised my arms, yelling to them to do their best.
"Deep down I thought we would definitely lose… man you showed me wrong…" I grinned again and let myself twirl around, throwing my umbrella to the side. I was getting soaked rather quickly but I didn't care, honestly.
Our school marching band had one in the time, we had the heart and spirit. We stood at everything and the whole year it was all about effort. I remember my friend called it the Black Parade because we were on a losing streak and it was a rather sad sight. Winning that showed just who the hell we were. We were an on-going parade. We carried on.
I walked along after an hour or two passed and sat on the bleachers. The new marching band was really well put together and I heard they had one everything. I guess my old classmates and their group weren't the promising ones anymore. Heh… oh well no one knows.
I was in a rather awkward mood as I wrote this. NO it is not real events from my life. If I wrote like that I'd use names. Ah well.
It's 4 AM so of course this probably sucks.