Felicity was in the marching band at Starling City High School. She, Felicity, played the flute while Oliver played the trumpet.
They have mandatory 3 hours rehearsals every Tuesday night. It was very stressful, due to the fact that the marching band was over 200 people. Their band director, Mr. Mallard, was trying to get people to their correct positions on the field in the formation.
"Felicity, where are you supposed to be at?" He stammered, "I don't know"
She looked like she was going to break down and cry.
"I will help her, Mr. M," Oliver said with confidence in his voice. He took her up the stairs into the bleachers allowing Felicity watch the band formations hit a few times, from a bird's eye view, so she can see where her spot is in the formation. She was so cold at the top. It was the middle of November. He then took her back into the set and let her do her thing. She was clearly nervous.
"I don't know if I can do this, Oliver," she said as her whole body started to shake.
"I know you can do it," he looked at her with reassurance. His eyes were glimmering in the lights that bathed the stadium. She never really noticed how deep the colors of his eyes were. They were as deep a blue as a sapphire.
He went back to his own spot within the set on the field. Mr. Mallard told the band to march to the next set in the drill. She, Felicity, finally hit her spot.
"Felicity, that was amazing," Mr. Mallard said jubilantly. He was literally crying tears of joy.
Oliver helped her throughout the rest of the year, learning her spots on the field. Felicity's plan was now in motion. Felicity is hoping it will work.
