Marching Band Narrative

A light sweat trickled down my back as the sun’s rays were beating down on me harshly when Alexa and I arrived at Warner’s Stadium. It was the first football game of the season and I was here helping out the band in the concession stands. For the past few weeks, I have been trying to get Alexa to become a part of the marching lions with her siblings but she keeps on stubbornly refusing. I have brought her with me to talk to some of the members in the band, see how much fun they have, and how close they are to one another. Hopefully we can convince Alexa to join the band tonight.
We watched the band get off of the buses and skip in through the gates and I told her one more time, “You should join the band Alexa.”
She replied with the same answer as always, “No, I’m good.”
I sent her and my husband up to the top of the stands to set up the camera that was going to record the first marching show of the season. I continued to set up the concession stand and let the night
I pulled Alexa over to the side as we walked back over to the concession stand.
I said “I don’t want you to feel pressured about joining this band. You shouldn’t say you want to join if you really don’t want to.”
She replied “No, I’ll join the band for freshmen year and see how it goes. It will help me in the future with college anyway.”
I could tell that she wasn’t telling the whole truth, but I let it go. I finished walking over to the concession stand while Alexa went back to the stands to sit with her friends. I of course was worried that we had gone too far and now Alexa felt that she had to do marching band. She said that she was fine and that she was choosing to do it. I sure hope this is true and that she is happy with her decision. The night went on with the clock ticking down slowly and the aroma of fresh, buttery popcorn filling my