The music hit hard, it was very loud. The bass rumbled through the arena, thumping in the chest of every person in the crowd. Bright lights pulsed to the beat, then cut out entirely.
For a moment, everything went black.
Then the light hit again, blinding white, sweeping across the tunnel entrance.
Damon stood at the front with his team behind him, Victor on one side, Joey and the other assistant coaches on the other.
The crowd erupted the moment they saw him. Some were screaming his name, others just shouting out of sheer excitement.
Cameras flashed, and chants tried to rise over the music but kept getting swallowed by the bass.
He stepped forward, arms loose at his sides, his head high.
He would never say it out loud, but deep down, he could never get tired of this.
The walk.
All eyes on him.
The people were expecting something great, and knowing he could deliver it. The pressure didn't crack him. It shaped him.
