fic: in there you will shine. in there you will cry (gen)
Title: In There, You Will Shine. In There, You will Cry
Player: David Beckham
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Fiction
the night before march 10, 2010
Butterflies, noisy with the flutter of their beautifully colourful wings, were silent for now. Weeks of speculation, expectations and hype hung over him like a cloud of uncertainty. There were so many reasons of why he should be nervous, worried even. It had been seven years, seven long years filled with both joy and heartbreak. Logically, he should have been a wreck of anxious nerves.
--
Upon stepping into Old Trafford for training, a crowd of butterflies woke up and began to flutter their wings. This is where he became. It didn’t matter that he may be known for his good looks and marketability now. But it was football that propelled him to his ever expanding and consuming stardom. It was the feel of the grass under his cleats, the weight of winning crucial matches on his shoulders, the joy that filled him when the ball curved off his foot to find the back of the net that has him waking up every morning. And Manchester was the starting point.
But there were words of comfort, of jokes and teases to ease him, to help him focus. He knew exactly how intimidating Old Trafford could be opponents but a part of him, no matter how small, still felt like he was on the same side.
*
He hung back after training, receiving a look of compassion from Leonardo as he watched the others hustle off.
Everything was quiet, deadly so, especially the butterflies. It was as though they were nonexistent. He walked over slowly to the goalpost and touched it gently, slowly, as to not disturb it from its sleep. With one last stroke, he apologized if he happened to be so fortunate the next day and made his way over to the center.
All the seats were empty now but in twenty four hours or so that would all change. The silence he revelled in currently would be broken by cheers and jeers and though the butterflies were still dormant, excitement flooded his veins.
He was ready, ready for the feeling only playing at Old Trafford could bring.
Player: David Beckham
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Fiction
the night before march 10, 2010
Butterflies, noisy with the flutter of their beautifully colourful wings, were silent for now. Weeks of speculation, expectations and hype hung over him like a cloud of uncertainty. There were so many reasons of why he should be nervous, worried even. It had been seven years, seven long years filled with both joy and heartbreak. Logically, he should have been a wreck of anxious nerves.
--
Upon stepping into Old Trafford for training, a crowd of butterflies woke up and began to flutter their wings. This is where he became. It didn’t matter that he may be known for his good looks and marketability now. But it was football that propelled him to his ever expanding and consuming stardom. It was the feel of the grass under his cleats, the weight of winning crucial matches on his shoulders, the joy that filled him when the ball curved off his foot to find the back of the net that has him waking up every morning. And Manchester was the starting point.
But there were words of comfort, of jokes and teases to ease him, to help him focus. He knew exactly how intimidating Old Trafford could be opponents but a part of him, no matter how small, still felt like he was on the same side.
*
He hung back after training, receiving a look of compassion from Leonardo as he watched the others hustle off.
Everything was quiet, deadly so, especially the butterflies. It was as though they were nonexistent. He walked over slowly to the goalpost and touched it gently, slowly, as to not disturb it from its sleep. With one last stroke, he apologized if he happened to be so fortunate the next day and made his way over to the center.
All the seats were empty now but in twenty four hours or so that would all change. The silence he revelled in currently would be broken by cheers and jeers and though the butterflies were still dormant, excitement flooded his veins.
He was ready, ready for the feeling only playing at Old Trafford could bring.