Volleyball Tryout Monologue

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Volleyball Tryouts *Dinnng* Dinng* the school bell has just gone off meaning that I have 7 classes until volleyball tryouts. This is the most nerve racking thing I have experienced. My heart was thumping so hard I thought it was going to beat out of my chest. My stomach felt queasy. My whole mood was changed from my normal more confident self to someone that I was very unfamiliar with. During first period was presentations which were also adding to my nervousness, I had my head down most of the time speaking softly. This was somewhat embarrassing but I did whatever I could to not faint up there. Once the presentation was over, it seemed like all the other classes were a breeze and they just flew by, but I knew what was soon to come after school...2nd …show more content…

“Hello my name is Coach Ventura but you can call me Ace. So, we will be doing some drills for the next 3 days to a--.” My face broke out in red and I was speechless. I thought that there was only one day of tryouts. I calmed my nerves and gained back my composure. I refocused my hearing on the coach when she was in the middle of saying,” …--a number and go to your group.” I didn’t know the first part, but I joined into what everyone else was doing which was getting a duct tape number on the back of our shirts to determine what group we started out in and rotated to. As the tryouts went on I was feeling more …show more content…

I got dressed like normal, and got a partner and started bumping the volleyball like yesterday. But what changed today was that we were going to the high school. When we got to the high school the same routine happened. Also today, some people got cut from the team. When they started calling people off I would hear a few names that sounded like Jalyn but were luckily not mine. After the list was over, the coach bursted out,” Everyone that was called please go to the side so the coaches can talk to you, “Then she softly whispered to us,” You guys have made it past the first set of cuts.” We all started cheering but was quickly got hushed down by the coach with her brief, yet informative hand gestures. When we got on the bus, the ones that made it sympathetically apologized to the people that got cut on the bus ride home but when we got back everyone that made it gathered in a circle and

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