Gemotions

Liam bounced on the balls of his feet, feeling the energy flow through him. The arena thrummed with a low, expectant energy. He could feel the bass of the music reverberating in his chest. His heart hammered in time with the beat. Tonight was the championship game, and he was ready. He loved his position, shooting guard. But the head coach pulled him aside and said he needed to play point guard. Liam blinked, then a sudden smile bloomed. A rush of pure excitement bubbled up, chasing away the brief flicker of doubt. He clenched his fists, knuckles white, a surge of adrenaline coursing through him.