Gemotions

Sarah tapped her fingers on the table, a tiny, rhythmic drumbeat of anticipation. The manager had pulled her aside after the last practice, saying something about needing to "shake things up" in the rotation. Now, the team meeting was starting. She’d been killing it on defense, sure, but her dream was to be a setter.

Coach began speaking, his voice booming across the room. She held her breath, heart skipping a beat. When the words “Sarah, we're moving you to setter" left his lips, a rush of warmth flooded her. A smile bloomed on her face; it was difficult to contain it. The other players' expressions were a blur, a haze of happy faces.

She let out a small, involuntary giggle. She couldn't help but feel a lightness as she bounced on the balls of her feet. This was it – her chance to make the plays, to be in charge.