“There’s no need for you to continue doing this, Tim,” he told, well, Tim. “You’ve done enough for this army that you could go home now and we wouldn’t say anything negative about it.”
“That’s not who I am,” Tim said. “I’m the drummer boy. I keep the troops in line, just like Francis Urquhart in that one show.”
“If you say so…” he said. “But we’re worried about you is all. You’ve been acting strange.”
“You can’t be worried. I’m the only one who’s allowed to worry.”
“Good.” He left, and Tim was alone, standing in the field of grass. It was peaceful, if not too quiet for his own liking. “We have to accomplish this,” he told himself. “I can’t let them down.” He told himself this, and yet he wasn’t sure if he believed it himself.
“Forward everyone!” said one of the leaders. “Begin the march!”
Tim actually brought a drum with him this time, and began tapping away. He was not any good at doing it, but he could at least keep a steady enough beat that everyone began walking in step with it.
“Come on! We can’t stop!”
But was that true? Tim wasn’t sure. Maybe he should stop. His drumming slowed, and so did everyone else’s marching.
“Faster!” shouted someone. It was directed towards the marchers, but obviously also at Tim. Why couldn’t he do this? He was supposed to be the moral support. He couldn’t be the one that needed support morally. Please, God, where were you?
Finally, he stopped.
“I’m done,” Tim said. “I’m not going to do it anymore. No more drumming, no more marching. It’s all over for me.”
“What? What are you saying?” someone asked.
“You’re all wrong. You’re all terrible people who should be ashamed of yourselves! I’m ashamed of myself for not realizing that so soon!” Tim was beginning to shout, and he realized that everyone else was giving him very nasty glares. But he didn’t stop. “Civil Unions are degrading, and they are not enough!”
“Who made you the king of all morality?” someone asked sarcastically.
“Nobody did– I am following my own morals, and this march is not going to convince me to rebel against them, even after all I’ve done for you bastards!” He threw the drum down, and its head cracked open. He began storming off. “Love conquers all!”
Tim left the Straight Pride Parade, and he never looked back. From then on, he supported LGBT rights, including gay marriage, with all his heart. And he felt happy.