Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the gymnasium hummed, a monotonous drone that seemed to vibrate directly in Marcus's skull. He leaned against the cold metal bleachers, the hard surface a poor substitute for the comfort of his own bed. His eyelids felt heavy, each blink a monumental effort. He’d poured everything into this tryout, every last ounce of energy, and now... now he was staring at a roster that didn’t bear his name. A wave of exhaustion washed over him, making his legs feel like lead. He mumbled a quiet, “Well, damn,” before letting his head drop against the wall.