Tonight was the first football game of my senior year. Only four more highschool games and it won't be "my" team anymore. Besides the outcome of the game, this particular one exceeded my expectations with flying colors.
Before the game, the crowd was full of energy and anticipation for the battle that was about to take place on the field before them. However, we, the marching band, stole the stage at first to run the pregame routine. When we played the school fight song, it was like an adrenaline shot to the crowd. Everyone cheered for us as we tore through the warrior chant while the players sprinted out onto the field. Our halftime show was shakey, but pretty good considering we only had about a week to prepare for it.
After halftime, I went back to the stands and sat in the first row with the seniors, more particularly a very pretty, popular senior girl I've never really talked to. Despite how unsmooth i am with women, we talked. And talked. And talked some more. I was so smooth and every word just flowed out of my mouth naturally for once. I felt connected to her somehow, and it put me in a great mood. However, that mood was quickly interupted as the game abruptly ended. I was very disappointed that the moment had ended, but felt so thankful that it had even happened. All I hope is that next home game goes as swell as this one beecause that is all tha's running through my head right now.
I love this last paragraph. You come off as goofy and endearing at the same time--and we're rooting for you to find her again this Friday just as you're hoping you will. I like the repetition of "we talked. And talked. And talked some more." It's a nice structual break from some of your longer sentences. Good stuff.
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