The word is our football team should win our first game pretty easily. I’ve never heard of this team, and we’ve been driving to this stadium forever. All seven buses, including one solely dedicated to the large instruments, finally pull into a gravel parking lot, and we wait until Ms. Cortez pops on.
"Grab your instruments," she says. "Make sure you have everything you need. We’ll warm up here and then head to the track and set up."
People are everywhere as I step off the bus — warming up, putting on jackets, gloves, and hats. The air fills with small dust clouds, and the sounds of band shoes scratching against gravel as a flurry of activity engulf the lot.
I zip my band jacket that I’m drowning in and fidget with my pants which sit oddly on my hips. Don’t even get me started on the we
