Step Sixty-Eight
We've been brought down to 250 players. One solid week of tennis.
I'm still amazed that I've made it to the Olympic trials. There's no turning back at this point. My bags are packed, both my racquets have been restrung, and my train leaves tomorrow evening. Why am I so nervous about this? It's tennis. I'm good at tennis.
And if I don't make it, I'll...well, I'll have to wait four years. But I'm going to make it. I want to make Rikkai proud of me; I want to prove that I'm no longer a burden. They've all proven themselves. Now it's my turn.
Just close my eyes and leap.
And why...why am I missing Tezuka so much? But he did keep his word and called me. I think he'll be all right.
Rikkai-Turn on one of the sports channels that covers tennis this week. Particularly if it's covering tennis in Tokyo.
I'm going to make all of you proud of me.
Heading off to Tokyo for a week...time for a lot of tennis. I'll see you all when I get back. Leave a voicemail if you love me (you know all of you do), and no slacking off. =D
And my charcoals have grown legs and disappeared again. Has anyone seen them?