Standing. My entire body is itchy. The inflatable bear taunts me from a distance. The ice isn't as slippery as they said it'd be. My clan was growing restless. I give up on posture and give my face a good scratching. I know my parents can't see me anyway so I figured it didn't matter. The music playing over the speakers became repetitive and the disco ball was irritating my eyes. I thought it was funny that they were late to their own game.
Recently, my school singing group and I went to sing The Star Spangled Banner at a Utah Grizzlies game. My school is pretty far away so a very long bus ride was in order. I was seated next to Tibs and we had enough stuff to talk about to keep us entertained for most of the ride. After we left the bus at the Maverick center, we were siphoned through a small door located next to the giant set of stairs into the tunnel underneath the rink. We had fun being loud in the hall we were supposed to be quiet in and entered a locker room that smelled like it was made of used socks. My parents had volunteered to bring the massive amounts food, so they were the saviors of the night. I ate multiple slices and almost became sick with the amount of soda I drank.
I prefer to keep to myself most of the time, so when all the theater kids decide to begin one of their weird games, I'm inclined to not include myself. Not that I don't think they're fun, it just gets really boring really fast, or escalates into a screaming match. I sat back with Mick and Spence and played on their iPod's until they tired themselves out. Mick is one of the shortest boys I know, but he's always got something fun to talk about. "Dude, your sister's hot." I gave him a look that expressed my confusion as to whether or not he was kidding. "You should tell her that," I said, "then tell her boyfriend." I said with a smirk. The roles reversed and he paused to collect a response. It was too late though, I had already beaten him. After another hour of restlessness we proceeded through back through the hallway and were met by a gentleman in a small caged gymnasium bent down to touch the floor with his butt aimed directly at us. I was stunned by this display but I heard the silent laughter from behind me and knew I wasn't the only person who had noticed. We walked onto the ice and stood.....and stood...and stood some more. Like I mentioned at the beginning, their was a large inflatable bear at one side of the stadium and it got slowly less cool as I stared at it. Everybody got fidgety and nearly broke formation before the players flew out of the inflatable tunnel beneath the inflatable bear. After the crowd settled a light settled on my group of fellow singers and we had a great performance. We proceeded back to our locker room, collected our things, and went to find our seats. It was a good game and very fun to watch. Whenever the Ontario Reign would score, the crowd would boo continuously. I decided it would be more fun if we were to yell boob. So, from our corner of the stadium, a long and angry boob would ring out every time the Reign scored. The Grizzlies lost, but personally the ride back home was more fun than the game. Mick and I had been singing the songs they played at every pause but not in the way most people think of singing. Dirty Deeds would start and Mick would pick up the guitar and I'd join in until we were a chorus of guitar noises. It sounded like this: "Nernnernurnnnnnnnnnurndnrnnnnnnrnrn!" Then we followed that with the words in a pitch neither of us could actually hit. We left the stadium and Mick and I continued to find music to sing. We played such hits as, School's Out, YYZ, Rainbow In The Dark, Bat Country and much, much more!! My personal favorite was Killing In The Name. Whenever the song dropped we would just begin thrashing and making sounds that seemed close to the regular song. We stopped to think about how we sounded for a minute and realized that if anybody had been paying attention to us, we would have looked like a pair of jiggling maniacs gargling oatmeal. This just made it even more fun and we decided to continue.
I had fun with Mick for many reasons. One, because it's hard to find other metal heads in this age of electric noises and false beats. Two, we didn't do it to make people laugh, we did it to please ourselves. Three, I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. It was a different kind of fun that a lot of people don't appreciate anymore. If we aren't cool or if nobody else laughs it's not supposed to be funny. I felt like Mick and I have broken those rules. "We should hang out sometime," he said while we rested our vocal cords. "Yeah, we should," I responded. Never before have I had that much fun on a bus.
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