AN: I love me some 'Kast. They are super talented and sing a lot about my hometown Atlanta. Inspiration for this? Maybe a little homesick here away from the States on Thanksgiving…
"Music makes the world go round
where it goes (where it goes)…
Ya just don't know (ya' just don't know)
My heart is like a marching band
I'm a fan in the stands
Yes, I am and I'm hollerin 'hey baby'
Sayin' 'hey baby.'
So baby please don't leave me
Don't you go (don't you go)
Baby no, no, no (baby no, no, no)
My heart is like a marching band
I'm a fan in the stands
Yes I am and I'm hollerin 'hey baby'
Sayin' 'hey baby.'"
- Morris Brown, Outkast
Lucy Karate put her pen down and stretched in the confining square footage of her dorm room. Finals were around the corner, and she should be studying. Her first semester was going well, but most assuredly, college wasn't what she thought it was going to be. It had been a difficult transition from a relatively small population where she knew her place to the intimidating numbers of a large state school. She had finally figured herself out…sort of…
Saturdays were especially tough…
From her dorm room, she could hear the sounds of the marching band…the drum line… Without defining herself as a member of the section, who was she? As summer had transitioned to fall, she relearned what was important, made new friends, and studied hard.
Still…
She didn't regret her decision not to march. It had almost been made for her – with many of the top percussionists matriculating to the school, she didn't really have a hope of joining the elite. However, her fingers twitched, and for a moment, she longed to pick up a pair of mallets again – to crash a cymbal – to…
Looking down, she watched as they marched by, and she spotted a familiar face, Spence…
She had been meaning to call him since arriving on campus in August, but never had.
He's probably busy with marching…
Turning her attention back to her books, she sighed heavily, and tried to block out the sounds she used to create what seemed a lifetime ago.
AN: Mostly-autobiographical…