The Backstory

Hey guys, Cdog here. If you saw the weekly update last week or saw my latest update video you should know of the my interest on recording my writings here. Well that's what I'm gonna plan on doing maybe today or within the next couple days. They are mainly going to be either ones I wrote for school or on my own as a sort of "freestyle." The first one I plan on doing is one I wrote back on the precise date of Sunday, October 20, 2013 the week of the Towson competition I went to for marching band. It was for a English dialogue bonus in which the prompt was to write about a time in which you regret not talking to someone. I wrote it about less than an hour the day before the due date (since we only had the weekend to do it). This was also the day before I talked to my English teacher which sparked the start of my metamorphosis. That wouldn't necessarily begin until after Tuesday, November 5, but that week I felt like my old self. Until Saturday, the day of the competition, in which I felt like my whole life changed. I won't go into detail on that, but my closest friends know what I'm talking about. Anyway, during the dialogue I wrote, I recalled of the many times in band camp in which this one certain girl was always picked on by the upper classmen of the brass ensemble. I never really talked to her about it. I wasn't sure whether or not it was really harassment, or if she had fun in it at all, I'm not sure and I still not sure to this day, approximately 6 months later. I regretted not talking to her to make sure how she felt in this, and it has been my greatest regret since. I talk to her more now, but then I wasn't into talking into girls, until after that Saturday, the 26th of October. Ironically, once that big moment came Saturday, which concerned of said girl from band camp, I talked with her the most that weekend the week ahead of time. I said as if God himself was playing a game with me. The week later, I was confused on what to do, and I fell apart in school again. I put myself back together the week later and never fell apart again. That is why this piece holds a special place in my heart. It was ironically the week I started to talk to said girl often, I even mustered the guts to tell her about this piece of writing. That all lead up to the climactic moment on Saturday. That why I properly titled it "The Pain Inside." So I hope you will enjoy the writing later on. It may seem like a large back story, but this dialogue is only a page long, which was the max pages I can write for the assignment. Until then, goodbye.

~Cdog