Gemotions

"We think you'd be an excellent point guard, Sarah." The basketball coach's voice echoed in the cavernous gymnasium, the words landing like a thunderclap. Sarah, a center by trade, felt a knot form in her stomach. Her world had just been upended.

Her fingers tightened into fists. She felt a surge of confusion, a potent mix of disbelief and… well, something else she couldn’t name. Her gaze darted around the court, a desperate search for familiarity. The swish of the net, the squeak of sneakers, the sharp commands of the coach: all were suddenly jumbled and confusing.

She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision. The idea of dribbling, passing, and orchestrating the offense was completely outside of her comfort zone. Her breath hitched. The proposal left her completely speechless.