Fight Song

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Fight Song 

Take Flight and Andrew Martin 

Preakness Champion Workout 

And all those things I didn't say 

Wrecking balls inside my brain 

I will scream them loud tonight 

Can you hear my voice this time 

This is my fight song 

Take back my life song 

Prove I'm alright song 

My power's turned on 

Starting right now I'll be strong 

I'll play my fight song 

And I don't really care if nobody else believes 

Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me 

Fly pawed anxiously at the floor tossing his head out of sheer boredom. The head throwing was followed by an assortment of snorting and grunting.
“You’re fine, I’ll be there in a second and we can get this underway.” Andrew patted Fly’s shoulder only to be nipped by the colt. “Thanks.” He looked over at the green stain on his white short-sleeved shirt. “Note to self, never wear white around Fly.”
“You shouldn’t wear white around horses regardless,” Hadley grumbled, walking into the barn with Prima Donna by her side.
“Someone is a grump today,” Andrew mused.
“Someone is in an uncharacteristically bright mood today.” Hadley shot back.
Andrew grumbled something under his breath that handly couldn’t catch, but she figured it wasn’t worth her time to try and urge him into saying it louder. “They’re waiting for you two to get your butts out there.”
Andrew just nodded and checked Fly’s cinch one last time. “We’ve got a lot of fight left in us, lets go show them what a real race horse looks like.” He patted the colts shoulder again and pushed his face away from his shoulder. “We learn from our mistakes.” He smiled and jumped onto Fly’s back.
Andrew smiled at the colts pure strength, he quivered with anticipation, but he was as focused as Andrew had ever seen him. Fly knew he was in a detrimental time of his career that could make or break him. He let out a loud whinny when he stepped onto the track to announce his arrival to the crowd waiting to see the son of Merry Bay King work that morning. He was demanding that everyone pay attention to his upcoming work. Fly desperately wanted to prove himself further and Andrew expected he would do just that today.
His powerful muscles bunched up as he ducked his head in a beautiful arch. His ears were perked, Andrew had his full attention. He trotted along the outer edge of the track, the sunlight playing across his perfectly sculpted features. Fly was nothing short of majestic, and the sheer waves of determination and power that radiated off of him was enough to daunt anyone. It was as if this horse couldn’t get any better.
Andrew smirked at the admiring expressions of the reporters in the stands, they were in for a show today. He pushed Fly into a canter and easily absorbed the shock of his legs striking and leaving the ground with his legs. Fly tugged on his bit and was begging for more rein. “Hold on buddy, we’re almost there.”
Once they finished Andrew lined the colt up with the gate and he easily went in with his game face on. Fly expertly chewed the bit around in his mouth, muscles tingling with excitement of what was about to come.
The gates clanked open and Fly was like the water bursting from a dam that had just shattered into millions of pieces. Out in a matter of seconds and already tugging hard on the bit. Andrew almost let the colt go early just out of curiosity of what he could do. Andrew could tell he was sick of being undermined by the fillies and his nieces and nephews, it was his time to shine and he was making sure everyone knew it.
He switched leads and cranked up his already powerful gallop. He’d become a bit lathered in sweat but it wasn’t nerves, he was working that hard. Andrew’s heart swelled with pride at the colts effort. He really wanted to improve, he wanted this season to be his best, and Andrew would try his gosh awful hardest to make that true for the colt. He believed that this horse was more than capable of ruining a triple crown attempt and he would. Maybe others didn’t believe that he could but Andrew didn’t care about that because he knew better.
Fly practically left his tail in the dust at the rate he was going, he looked every ounce the blue blooded animal he was. The eight furlong work was nearly over already and clumps of turf few in Fly’s wake, long forgotten.
Andrew was smiling like a fool when they came into the final furlong and he let Fly have his whole head. The acceleration was instant. One of the many reasons why he loved this colt was because of this very closing kick he was experiencing right now. The one that could make up ten lengths in just a short few strides. They hit the wire in a flashy 1:34 2/5.
Pandora was in for a surprise, Stride Of Perfection had expressed the black filly’s hunger for her next victory prior to the Kentucky Open; well, they hadn’t seen Fly recently. His eyes burned with a stronger passion, and with his incredible ability to only improve the further the distances got, well it was more than obvious that she had her work cut out for her. If anyone thought Fly was done they had another thing coming. His power was cranked nearly to it’s max and he was a animal obsessed, and hungry, hungry for the competition, the thrill of the game and to have a blanket of flowers placed over his back. The Preakness Champion was his for the taking.