The Car Park- Creative Writing

I arrive at the car park, late as I usually am. My friends are there

already, organised, prepared, ready. I, on the other hand, am not. The

thought of performing anything in front of a crowd always seemed to be

something that, how can I say it, levelled my conscience to that of a

small school child on his first day at school. The 30 minute car trip

to the venue however, was my chance to ensconce my childish fears, as

I listen to music.

To me, music is the gateway from one dimension to another. The journey

from the real world, to a world of your choice. For me, the world is

one where I can forget everything; the days events (yes, even the

embarrassment I endured when I slipped on the step going into the

dinner hall), what happened the other week, and most importantly, I

can eradicate the feeling of nervousness that has overcome my body.

We arrive on time, and ready for the game. Well everyone else is, but

I think I am maybe a little bit apprehensive of the coming event. I

step out of the car where some of the local people stare; it is as if

I am stepping onto the red carpet of an awards ceremony, which is

exactly what I don’t want it to feel like. Instead, I change the

picture in my head from an awards ceremony, to a scene where I am

arriving to a battlefield, prepared for war. With hopes that this will

construct some greater self belief, due to the importance of the

occasion. But it doesn’t work. Back to normal, I stroll towards the

entrance.

The noise around me seems blurred; I can’t seem to concentrate on any

sounds. I watch the cars drive past but the sound is distorted. As I

approach the entrance, I see two young boys arguing over something,

something that is most likely meaningless. They appear to be shouting

at each other, but again my hearing can not specify what they are

saying.