Art stood awkwardly outside of the conference room door unsure of when to walk in. It was his first press conference and being 19 with no one there to guide him, he was lost to say the least. Eventually he decided ‘fuck it’ and walked into the room. Camera flashes blinded him as he made his way to the front of the room where a table with microphone was waiting for him. Being so young and able to achieve a grand slam against the greatest tennis players in the world was truly a marvel to the media. As Art sat down camera flashes continued to go off. He sat there awkwardly, scanning the crowd of reporters in front of him who all had their hands raised. His eyes landed on a girl who looked around his age. She stuck out like a sore thumb in the room, being the only young person in a sea of 40 year old men and women. He awkwardly pointed at her, letting her know that she could ask the first question. The camera flashes died down and everyone’s attention turned to this girl as she prepared to ask the first question of the conference.