Jordan Hare Stadium Seating Chart Novels & Stories

He walked fast—head down, hands shoved deep in pockets—until the city noise faded and he found himself at Westbridge’s empty stadium. The gates were locked, but a service door stood ajar—probably left open by maintenance for the night crew. He slipped inside. The stands were dark; floodlights off. Shadows stretched long across the pitch, the white lines faint ghosts under emergency lighting. Marc climbed to Section 214—last row, same seat Damien had used during the derby. Sat. Stared at the center circle below.

Noah’s POV The Bayfront Convention Center main hall was packed by 3:50 p.m. Eighteen hundred seats, every one filled. Lights were low on the floor, bright on the stage. Steve sat to my left, legs crossed, whiskey already in hand even though the bar wasn’t open yet. Josh was on my right, arms folded, looking for Darcelle. We’d claimed the front row VIP section as instructed by Darcelle. Perfect view. Darcelle walked out.

She chuckles. Alexi looks to me and I grin at her. River comes in. "Alright. Let's get this show on the road." I give my mom a kiss. "Don't wait up." "Bye. Have fun." She follows us to the door. We pile into the limo and start for the Falcon Ridge sport arena. It's the largest building that can hold at least 10000 people. Like Caledon, it too has a retractable roof for the moon. Almost all the packs have one. Except for Black Lake which I heard they're building since they host in two years.

One wrong move and everything could end. Or maybe it already had. “You ready?” Jordan's voice cut through my thoughts. He bumped my shoulder, eyes sharp but kind. “You don’t have to prove anything, man.” I nodded, forcing a half-smile. “I know. Just want to leave it all on the court.” “That’s the spirit.” He grinned, then lowered his voice. “And hey—she’s here.” My pulse jumped. I didn’t have to ask who he meant. When we jogged out onto the court, the roar hit me like a wave. Lights blazed overhead, banners rippling, cameras flashing. But my eyes scanned the stands instinctively—row four, behind the bench.

I could see the thousands of screaming fans through the giant windows all melting with the evening heat, and I knew that it wasn't the norm. There were only about ten seats comfortably spaced through the large room and all of them were filled with Blue Jay fans, except for the two in the middle. These seats looked rich and comfortable, especially compared to the plastic ones outside. “Those are ours,” Gabe said, leading me to the seats.

Loreen immediately exclaimed, “Oh, my God! The first row of the infield?! Charlie, that is basically the most prime position! You are truly amazing! You could actually get your hands on this kind of ticket?” Charlie laughed casually and said, “Ahh. It’s all because of my customer’s connection. As you know, I often help people take a look at their Feng Shui.” Loreen curled her lips, and she pulled out her own ticket as she said with some disappointment, “Sigh. I’ve been looking for connections everywhere, and I only managed to get my hands on the sixth row in the infield. That is several rows away from the both of you.” The venue for large-scale concerts would usually be held in a stadium. Th

I signed an NDA, I might as well signed away my soul. Shaking my head of the thoughts, I place my hand on the small of Tate's back. "Come on, let's find our seats." Conrad directs us to private seats up front. The arena is so loud I can't talk to Tate so we just exchange eye glances. Silently speaking to each other "Ladies and gentleman, are you ready to see Wade Hafferman, and Laner Geezman get it on!" The announcer beams through the intercom. The crowd cheers in anticipation, but what really has me excited is Tate. I know Laner has the fight.

Nobody looking at me specifically. I frown, shaking it off. "Quinn!" Jess tugs my hand, and I nearly jump out of my skin. "Come on, the guys saved us seats." "Where?" "Best seats in the house." She grins. "Cade insisted." We weave through the crowd until we reach a section right above the players' benches. Close enough to see everything clearly—every pass, every hit, every expression on their faces. The opposing team—Riverside Hawks—skates onto the ice first, and the NorthCrest section erupts in boos and jeers. I can't help but snort at the theatrics of it all.

I also noticed that the others are holding a banner and tarpaulin that has the JAP Band members’ face. As we went inside the stadium, the whole stadium almost get fully occupied because a lot of people went here. There are also other teachers attending the concert to watch them. Are they still considering this as a small concert? This is too much people for that ‘small concert’. When we found our chairs, we went straight there, it’s on the third row, so I can still see them from the stage while they are preparing their instruments that they are going to use.