Chapter 15“Lucky Duck! Lucky Duck! Lucky Duck! Lucky Duck!” It seemed like every single person, hundreds of fans filling five rows of seats on six sets of bleachers, three on each side of the Warren Wizards’ field, were chanting in unison. Warren High School quarterback Adam “Lucky Duck” Duckworth was to the Wizards what Waz Wazelle was to Springfield High West.
At least what Waz used to be.
I’d played every note put in front of me for the panel in the US Army base rehearsal room, even those composed in part by Barry Manilow. In the end, all I got was a, Thank you for coming. We’ll let you know.
I left feeling okay. Not great. Not bad. I’d used those words to describe the experience and my performance when Gail asked, How did things go?
We’d taken a cab from the train station to the ba
