Hodgy
I am in the Marching Band.
A
Awesome! They are so good; I went to every football game. I love the part where they run out of the tunnel, it’s so cool. What do you play?
Hodgy
Sighs. I’m in the Color Guard.
A
What’s that?
H looks at the camera and the camera zooms into one of her wide open eyes. Swirls of flag colors inside H’s head as she grapples for an accurate and telling response to this age old questions. “What’s Color Guard? Oh, only a drama filled organization that’s harder than cheerleading and yet consists of the girls who are not pretty enough to be cheerleaders.” Scene flashes to show fat/too skinny/awkward/peg leg/eye patch girls watching cheerleaders from behind a chain link fence with a single tear running down each of their cheeks. Even eye patch girl. Show them turn around as a group and see a field where marching band practice is going on, and their faces brighten up, tears disappear. “The Color Guard are the people who want to be in the band but either are too suckie at their instrument to even think of trying out or don’t play one at all.” Show a bunch of chorus girls in their chorus uniforms looking longingly at the marching band as they marching onto the field at a football game. Show them clench their robes in disgust as the band begins to play. Faces brighten when they see the guard pick up their flags and mingle with the band, seeing their only change to be a part of the band. “The Color Guard is a bunch of misfit girls,” (go back to eye patch girl holding flag and wearing sequins) “gay boys” ( boy wearing sequins with huge smile on face and rifle) “and boys that don’t know they are gay yet but only seem to be friends with girls and enjoy spinning huge rainbow colored flags.” (show exactly that, goofy boy surrounded by girls, all wearing glitter spinning really gay flags)”
All is said in a voice over. H snaps out of it, but still says this in her head.
“This is what I want to say, but she would not understand.”
Camera zooms out of her eye and her eyes return to normal.
“I settled with the simple explanation.”
Hodgy
They are the flags in the Marching Band, you know, the color?
A
Oh ya, I know what you are talking about. They are really cool, but I never really thought about them before.
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Hodgy
Hi, my name is Hodgy, can I sit here?
Girl
Sure. Smiles.
Hodgy
You’re on the Guard right? I think our ranks are next to each other in block. Olympe’s your rank leader, right?
Girl
Ya, she is ok.
Hodgy
Ya, I don’t envy you, she annoys me a little. You’re a freshmen too right?
Girl
Yes. I was the captain in my high school guard. Now we are back to being on the lowest rung of the ladder.
Hodgy
So was I! Ya it is a little weird being at the bottom again.
Girl
I don’t mind. No one listened to me anyway.
Hodgy
people only listened to be because I was the lesser of two evils. Is my co-captain had not been such a jerk, everyone would have seen that I was not the greatest captain. I am too shy.
Girl
Me too.
Hodgy
cool.
Girl
Do you like it here so far?
Hodgy
It’s different. I feel like I am the only one who does not get smashed every weekend and have a tattoo.
Girl
I don’t. To both.
H
Cool.
A little bit of an awkward silence. More random eruptions of laughter sprout up everywhere. Both girls roll their eyes at the same time. They smile at each other, and there is another awkward silence. J starts to hum the Mario theme song, seemingly to drown out the obnoxious laughter surrounding them. H looks at her, questioningly but with a amused and knowing smile. The Girl explains.
Girl
Sometimes I just sing the Mario theme song.
Hodgy
Cool.
Girl
My name is Jocelyn, let’s be friends.
H
Ok.
Jocelyn
Cool. Wanna play a game?
Hodgy
I don’t play games.
Jocelyn
Ok.