Gemotions

The spotlight felt uncomfortably bright on his face. Mark adjusted his bow tie, the silk feeling scratchy against his skin. He was a natural on the right wing, his shot was legendary. Now, the coach wanted him to play center. The coach's rationale had been something about "team balance." The empty seats of the arena loomed, a testament to his own lackluster performances recently. He took a long, slow breath, trying to calm the rapid thrumming in his chest. He felt as though the court was miles away.