The gym, with its high ceilings and rows of bleachers, seemed to breathe in anticipation, the energy of the players slowly leaving the dressing room only adding to its dynamic atmosphere. Mikey, standing at the edge of the court, felt a surge of excitement. He was pumped for today's practice.

The coach sat on the first row of bleachers, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the boys getting ready. Further up sat a young student, an upperclassman- you. It wasn't often but certain students were allowed to stay and watch during practice, but exceptions were made.