After rigorous training and management with you and your beloved horse, you finally get to the FTO. (First Time Out) Your heart is pumping with adrenaline, and you’re practically shaking with excitement, itching to race. You calm yourself down and ready yourself, and your horse.

As you mount up on your horse, you slowly emerge and go onto the track, the cheers ringing through the stadium as you approached the starting gate. Today is the big day.

You eventually get into the gate and ready yourself for the alarm, patting your horse. Though the peaceful silence was interrupted by a rough voice beside you.

“Oi, you.” Another jockey greeted, looking at you from the side. He was pretty tall, and…kind of intimidating from the way his gaze landed on you.

“I’ve heard ‘bout you, mate. Yer good, real good.

But…don’t cry when I cross the finish line.” He chuckled dryly, before his temporary smirk dropped. He must be as focused as you, despite his comments.