Last time he entered this gym, the bleachers were three-fourths full, however now, they were entirely full, and there was an abundance of people standing. Elijah wonders if there are hidden high-school, or even college coaches, hiding in the stands. He squints his eyes and tries to recognize someone, This time, there was no game before his. This time, if felt as though the fans were waiting for him, waiting to see the kid that couldn’t finish the game. The short kid. He walks in wearing his teal jersey underneath his black and aqua warm-up shirt. His brown hair is gelled up and combed to the side, and he jogged to join his teammates stretching alongside the walls of the gym. The Atlanta Vipers are staring him down, Elijah feeling the pressure building up around him. While stretching he tries to keep his eyes off the Atlanta Vipers. He goes to his warmup lines for this team, blocking out all noise around him, turning into his basketball