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the crowd blends together into a screaming mass.]
Jason hears them, over the frantic beating of his heart, as he runs across the court- passing, catching, scoring.
some are yelling at him; some are yelling for him.
he can’t tell the difference during a timed match, with everyone shouting at once.
That’s the thing about being a star player, the centre of attention, everyone is either rooting or gunning for you.
he blocks it all, except the sweet, strong voice of Chrissy, who’s the only one at the game not there for the score, telling him she believes in him.