Gemotions

The bright lights of the stadium seemed to glare directly at Ethan. The announcer's voice, usually a source of excitement, sounded like nails on a chalkboard. He’d spent years perfecting his skills as a quarterback. Now he was being asked to try out as a linebacker.

“Ethan, you’re strong, you’ve got the build…” The coach's words trailed off. Ethan could barely suppress a shudder.

He pictured the brutal, physical nature of the new position. The anticipation of it was like a black cloud. He wanted to shout, to object, but the words caught in his throat.

He kept his gaze fixed on the field, the green expanse suddenly looking cold and distant.