Gemotions

David, a seasoned point guard, found himself speechless. "David, we need your height at center." He blinked, unable to process the directive. He was a master of ball control. The thought of battling in the paint, of rebounding and blocking, was foreign. The basketball court seemed to expand, the lines blurring.

His palms started to sweat. He looked at the other players, their faces a mixture of concern and encouragement. He took a deep breath.

The whistle blew, and his feet felt rooted to the floor. The new role felt like an enigma.