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“You’re inside the story now.”

I hated how right she was.

My phone buzzed.

Mason.

Mason:

Coach is already frustrated.

I stared at that.

Then replied:

Rowan:

He’s always frustrated.

Three dots.

Mason:

Not like this.

That made me pause.

Because I knew what that meant.

Pressure wasn’t just external here.

It was internal too.

MASON

Coach pulled me aside after session.

Not angry.

Worse.

Calm.

“You’re splitting attention,” he said.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

I didn’t argue this time.

Because it was starting to feel true.

Coach continued:

“You don’t survive NYC by dividing your focus.”

A pause.