The flyer. I barely glanced at it the first time I passed by. But, I guess a part of it stuck in the back of my mind like an arrow, unnoticed. Because just when I pass by it the second time, I double back.
"What did that say again?" I find myself thinking. I turn around, and read it. I've never given a single flyer that much attention in my life. They're always about some prom (which I don't have a date for) or something like that. But this one is different.
"Music competition!" It reads in big bold letters. That's it. Music. That's what caught my eye. "Preform your own music! January 16th, Prizes for winners are yet to be announced. Up to 500 participants can sign up at www.MusicFestival.com. No electronic or pre-recorded music..." The sign rambles on and on, where it's at, how many people can watch...
I don't know exactly why, but I jot down some notes before I leave for class. I'm not really considering signing up, am I? And 500 participants? That's a huge competition. Even if I do sign up, there's no way in hell I'll ever win. But I still shove the information deep down in my pocket, wondering if I'll ever have the guts to try.
My father would want me to. But he's not with me anymore. I can feel tears well up in my eyes, and I swallow the lump in my throat. I can't cry now. Not at school, when everyone's watching. I tighten my grip around my father's necklace, dry my eyes, and march myself off to class.
Whether I want to join or not... that's my decision to make.