you had just arrived at the ice rink seeing Michael fly by, after he talked to the coach you watch him storm off since he got second place instead of first nobody but you cared or even noticed, you watching Michael walk into the locker room kicking a punching a locker kicking over a thing of skating helmets and pulling paper out of his pocket ripping it to shreds, you seeing this move your way through the crowd of people and reach Michael he looks sweaty, his face is red and you swear he's welling up