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A Black and White Film: A Titans Documentary

Chapter Two: Welcome To The Jungle

The next couple of days passed by quickly for Dahlia as she began to sort her many different cameras within her room. She wanted to speak with the football coach of the T.C. William Titans to perhaps get a place amongst the team as photographer or even stat taker. She knew she was well qualified, but she needed to remember that she was a girl, and they weren't exactly given a place amongst the team unless they were cheering for them on the sidelines.

Dahlia had also figured out that Gerry was a part of this football team, or that's what she thought at least. It turns out that the integrating of the schools also caused for Gerry's original coach to be replaced by some, "black animal" as Gerry so nicely put it. This got him a harsh glare from Dahlia, and a violent end to their conversation as she quickly excused herself and left.

Another thing she had learned after a little snooping around is that there was a football meeting at the gym today. This was a perfect chance to speak to the new coach! She just needed to sneak inside and catch him afterwards to persuade him to let her join. Her father had told her that it would all work out because of that "natural charm" of hers. Which she really in all honesty did not understand.

Dahlia was now in the gym staying hidden behind the bleachers, which made her feel slightly creepy. She can see that there were a few people already here, but they didn't seem to notice her at all. She frowns as she notes that all of them were of one race, and that there was no mixing yet.

"We gonna play some ball y'all! Black inside! Black inside! Black inside!" She catches one who sports a rather adorable baby face yell merrily as he high fives some of the others around him. Dahlia peers through the steps and chuckles quietly to herself as he continues with a, "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!"

"Yo, Petey!" A larger male shouts catching the attention of the excited boy. Dahlia grins as she learns one of their names. She was aware that if she were to get this job, she'd need to know and memorize their names and most likely their positions. She knew Gerry had been a linebacker in his previous year, but she didn't think she'd have to remember that since she didn't see him here at this mandatory meeting.

"How many yards you figure you gon' get this season, bruh?" The large dark skinned male asks causing Petey to smile.

"You know I ain't one to brag, Big Blue," he responds causing Dahlia to once again take note of another name to remember. Big Blue, she had to admit that was a pretty cool name.

"But I figure on at least a thousand," Petey finishes causing all the other guys to laugh and joke at his expense, which Petey defends himself with half-hearted statements of, "but I ain't one to brag."

"Didn't I tell you how all them white boys weren't gon' play for no brotha?" A tall and sharp looking guy states next catching the attention of all the others.

"Well who needs 'em, baby! From now on the Titans is gona be powered by soul power, bro." Big Blue booms loudly as he begins to sing. Dahlia smiles and nods her head along to his deep vocals, but jumps when a sudden loud whistle pierces the air. She could have sworn she hadn't heard anyone come in!

As she attempts to calm her now erratic heart beat she could see two adult males, who were also of darker color skin walk in. Dahlia rubs her brows a bit frustrated, as she tries to determine which one of them she'd have to talk to to get the position she wanted. She watches as one of them stalks on over to Petey who has his hand raised and a big ol' smile on his face.

"Put your hand down," he states sharply after staring at Petey for a second. Petey stops smiling and lowers his hand. Dahlia feels her heart tighten in pity for the boy she thought was probably a tad younger than herself.

"You're smiling." The guy once again states causing Petey to answer hesitantly with a, "yes."

"Yessir!" He's corrected causing him to repeat the statement.

"Why are you smiling!" He demands.

"'Cause I love football. Football's fun." Petey answers slowly, almost unsure if this was a serious question. Dahlia hides her face in her hands as she could practically feel the second hand embarrassment for the poor boy.

"Fun, sir. It's fun? You sure?" He continued to shout.

"I think —" Petey answers but is quickly cut off.

"Now you're thinkin'. First you smile then you think? You think football is still fun?" He snaps.

"Uh, yes!" Petey answers smiling once again, but you could see by the furrow of his brows that he was incredibly uncomfortable. Dahlia could and would not blame him for feeling that way.

"Sir." The man corrects again causing Petey to frown. Dahlia peeks through her fingers still dying for the poor guy being interrogated in front of all his friends.

"Yes — No, s-sir. Uhh —Well, it was fun." Petey stumbles over his words under the man's harsh stare. Dahlia couldn't see the man's face, but judging by his voice he was a man of authority. There would be no funny business while he was in charge.

"Not anymore, though, is it? Is it!?" He shouts causing Petey to stutter out a bunch of nos. "No, It's not fun anymore. Not even a little bit?"

"Uh… No."

"Make up your mind!" The man once again shouts, "go ahead, make up your mind. Think since you're thinking."

"No, sir."

"No? Absolutely not?"

"Zero fun, sir." Petey finally states with a strained smile on his face. Dahlia couldn't help but chuckle to herself quietly at Petey's expression as the man finally moves his scrutinizing glare away from his figure.

"Alright, listen up. I'm Coach Boone. I'm gonna' to tell you all about how much, fun," he announces halting to glance at Petey before continuing, "you're gonna have this season." Dahlia could feel herself visibly deflate at the fact that this man was the coach she'd have to speak with. She would definitely have a bit of a time convincing this 'down to business' man to let her on this team. She however did know that this Coach Boone, was good at showing his point across.

"We leave for camp, Gettysburg College. August 15th. 7:29 am." He lists off causing Dahlia to take mental note of everything stated. "If you report at 7:30, you will not be playing football this season, you will be watching." Dahlia was impressed by this man. He began to list off the attire they were to wear and demanded they appear professional and even takes the time to insult the way the future players were dressed now. Dahlia self consciously glances down at herself to check if what she was wearing would be considered appropriate. A dark blue polka dotted sailor inspired dress was what she chose to wear today, and she supposed this would suffice as formal. She begins to fiddle with her camera hanging around her neck as she grew more and more nervous.

"This is no democracy. It is a dictatorship. I am the law. If you survive camp, you will be on the team. If you survive." Hearing this Dahlia raises her eyebrows in surprise. This man was so serious. His tone was also one of the most intimidating she's ever heard. She could practically hear the periods in his sentences.

"Check 'em in, Coach." He calls out causing the other man to step up.

"Checkin 'em in! I'm Coach Hinds, your offensive line coach. Yell out your name and position starting from the right." Petey, who was all the way to the right, grins from ear to ear once while stepping forward. The girl in hiding smiles excitedly knowing she'd have to remember everything being said once more.

"Petey Jones, running back. THE running back, ya'll." Once again all the other males in the gym laugh and clown on him. Coach Hinds chuckles good heartedly before jotting down the information. Dahlia even chuckles a bit glad that the jokester's spirit was still intact.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," a new face says pushing guys out of the way lightly, "Jerry Harris, quarterback." The new voice catches Dahlia's attention. This male is well put together. He has a "good boy" look about him and seems genuinely kind by the smile on his face. To her surprise everyone around him begins to shout out "Rev!" and "Hallelujah!" Coach Hines seems to wonder the same thing as he asks about it.

"Rev?"

"Its just a nickname," he waves off causing Dahlia to smile. So it seems he was a good boy after all, she could appreciate that. Suddenly, heavy footsteps could be heard and she sees a large white male make his way in to the crowd. It became dreadfully silent as the newcomer attempts to catch his breath. Dahlia was shocked, but quickly grew excited as things suddenly began to into motion. Things were mixing, it may have only been one, but everything has to start off somewhere.

"And who in the name of heaven might you be?" Coach Hinds asks pointing his pen in his direction.

"Uhm, Louie Lastik, offensive lineman. Naval family, just moved in from Bayonne. Someone said football, so I come runnin'. What's going on, everybody?" Dahlia smiles widely at the teddy bear like giant, but is quick to frown at the awkward silence that follows. It seems that the whites weren't the only ones that were slightly racist. It seems the blacks weren't too fond of the opposite color either. She couldn't blame them, she just felt bad for the kind and gentle giant.

The gym doors were suddenly shoved open and echoed throughout the gym. Everyone's attention was at the doors in seconds. Dahlia grew slightly angry when she spots a bunch of other guys, who were all notably white, come barging in. It was rude. She was not the type to stand for rude behavior, her scowl only grows deeper as she spots Gerry's face amongst the crowd of intruders. They were lead by two other adult males, and by the look of Coach Boone's face… Things weren't too peachy at the moment.

"You have just disrupted my first team meeting in an unacceptable fashion." Coach Boone says a still peeved at what happened only moments ago. Dahlia snuck out after them in attempts to catch him alone afterwards. "This is my team now. Either you're with that or you're not."

"I'm here ain't I?" The man known as Coach Yoast, as Dahlia found out, answers with just a hint of attitude, "let's talk football."

"Lets talk football." Coach Boone agrees instantly.

"I run the defense —"

"AS a part of my team strategy. Now, I have never seen an assistant coach's name in a newspaper for losing a game," Boone warns cutting him off.

"I want a job for Coach Tyrell. He's been with me for ten years. I won't leave him out in the cold. You don't get me without him," Yoast explains laying his cards out on the table. Dahlia could respect that, she just hopes that these coaches would play fair with each other much like she prays the actual players will do as well. Coach Boone takes in a calming breath before continuing the conversation.

"You're over cooking my grits, Coach." The two stare each other down for a couple of moments, making the silent girl grow antsy.

"All right. I will allow Coach Tyrell to coach the special team, but I will have my eye on him." Coach Boone warns him, "And you." They seem to come to an agreement and shake hands briefly. Dahlia takes in a deep breath before stepping out and walking over to the two official coaches of T.C. Williams Titans.

"Excuse me? Coach Boone and Coach Yoast?" She announces just loud enough to catch the two's attention.

"Excuse me? Were you spying on us!" Coach Boone questions with a hard look on his face, not appreciating the intrusion. Coach Yoast on the other hand appears surprised to see the girl.

"I apologize for the intrusion of privacy, but I was just trying to find the Coach to talk to and so happened to have found you two," she apologizes while giving a soft smile. She needed to be very careful on how she worded things here. She needs to somehow appease to both coaches, without insulting the other.

"Well then, you found him. State your name and business then, young lady." Coach Boone states crossing his arms. Coach Yoast continues to simply stare at her curiously. She calms herself and decides to take her daddy's advice and just act natural.

"Great! It's nice to meet you coaches! My name is Dahlia Black." She introduces herself holding out her hand to Coach Boone first. His eyes widen just a fraction before reaching out to grip the young ladies hand in return. She makes sure to give his hand a solid and firm shake before doing the same to Coach Yoast.

"Me and my dad just moved here from California. He runs the new mechanic shop down the road from here." Dahlia states while shoving a finger over her shoulder as an indication of where, "When I heard that this school was just recently integrating, I was downright excited." Dahlia tests to gauge the reaction from both coaches. She needs to know where Coach Yoast stood, she needs to see if he was racist to know how to handle this conversation.

"Really?" Coach Boone asls with slight surprise. Yoast seems to hold the same reaction and a ghost of a smile makes its way on his face. Dahlia mentally smirks to herself deciding that this was a good sign.

"Yessir. Where I come from we judge a man by his character, not by the shallow judgement of his skin. I can't wait to see the transition happen here as well," She announces causing both coaches to nod her way.

"Well now, this is a nice change of scenery here." Coach Boone sates taking the time to smile down at the girl in front of him. He was in fact impressed by the girl who appears to be polite, well dressed, and confident. He had to admit he was interested in what she had to ask of him. "However, what is it that you wanted to talk about exactly." The girl holds up the camera hanging around her neck in response.

"Coach Boone, Coach Yoast, I wish to be on the team," she announces boldly causing Boone to chuckle at the thin girl in front of him. Yoast finds himself smiling widely as well.

"You want to play football?" Yoast asks carefully. Dahlia seems to smile impishly at the question before scrunching her nose up.

"Now don't doubt my ability to play football, Coach. I can play." She states causing both men to raise their brows, "That isn't why I want to be on the team though. I'm a photographer. I wish to be able to photograph and document the Titans way into history." This seems to catch the interest of both coaches, much to Dahlia's delight.

"You guys are fighting a war here, and it won't be easy. I'll document your games, victories, practices, anything you need. I'll make sure to make each and every Titan look their best in every photo." She lowers her camera once again to lay around her neck, "I just want a place on the team. What you guys are doing will change these boys and town for life, I want to help you all fight this battle." She finishes with and sends a proud smile up at the two men. It was silent for a moment before Boone both nods and shakes his head in disbelief at the little girl.

"Well how can I say no to that?" He asks causing Dahlia to grin cheekily and shake his hand with much enthusiasm.

"Really! Oh thank you! I'm glad to be doing business with someone such as you, Coach Boone." She tells him. She glances over to Yoast to see he has a smile on his face as well.

"Don't worry Coach Yoast. I've spoken to Gerry Bertier a couple of times and know you think of your boys as your own. I'll photograph and document their greatest moments and keep track of all their stats. Colleges will be lining up for miles to get a chance to have a Titan play for their team, I promise you that." She explains to the man she had priorly thought of as rude. His response was a proud and impressed grin as she shook his hand as well. Successfully sealing the deal.

"Well now, you really think you're up for all that?" Coach Yoast asks as they release their grips. She smiles and nods confidently.

"I've been taking pictures and learning football since before I can remember. I've already got some members stats started. I've got Gerry Bertier, defensive linebacker. Petey Jones, running back. Jerry "Rev" Harris, quarterback. And last but not least Louie Lastik, offensive lineman," she lists once again impressing the coaches.

"Were you spying on us in the gym as well?" Coach Boone accuses her once again with a hard stare. She gives him an apologetic look before trying to defend herself.

"Like I said, I wanted to speak to you," She responds. Coach Boone and Yoast smile at the young girl.

"Well, then you've got initiative. I can appreciate that. I think we can find a place for you on our team. It would benefit us greatly to have someone to document what we do on the team, wouldn't you agree, Coach Yoast?" Boone asks.

"It would indeed do us some good,"he agrees thinking of his boys chances at college.

"Great! So when can I start?" She asks jumping up and down slightly.

"Well, we'll be seeing you bright and early on August 15th," Boone informs her.

"I'm going to camp?" Dahlia asks in shock.

"You didn't think you could get out of that did you? You need to train as well! You need to be able to run along the sidelines and catch the boys in action, don't you?" He calls her out, catching Dahlia by surprise, "I hope you're in shape Ms. Black, because I'll be expecting you to be out there shooting the boys while they practice."

"Can do!" She agrees happily. Coach Yoast raises an eyebrow at the demands of Coach Boone. Surely he wasn't serious about making this young lady work out with a bunch of guys.

"I expect you to be there at 7:30 sharp. You will arrive dressed formally to go on the bus. For camp however, please refrain from dressing in things too dainty to run in because I will not let you off lightly. You will show me everything that you catch after every practice, so pack as much as you deem necessary. Can you do that for me?" Coach states in a business like manner. Dahlia salutes him making him nod in approval.

"I can do that. It was nice discussing business with you Coach Boone and Coach Yoast. I promise you, you won't be disappointed," she says before turning around to bid them farewell. Just before she turns the corner however, she turns back and shouts out rather cheekily, "Oh! And you mean 7:29, right Coach Boone?" As soon as the words are out of her mouth she disappears around the corner.

"Can you believe the nerve of that girl?" Coach Boone chuckles to himself.

"You aren't serious about making her practice with the boys are you?" Coach Yoast asks. He receives a hard look from Boone as he turns around to head back to the gym. Yoast simply shakes his head and wonders back to this Dahlia girl. She knows her football and is willing to get down and dirty. His daughter Sheryl was sure to get along beautifully with her.

Hope you all enjoyed it!

I've gotten a suggestion for the pairing to be with either Rev or Alan! Who I both love!

Any other great suggestions?