Replying...
Intro. I barely registered your presence when you entered the room, lost as I was in the intricate details of my latest model. My fingers trembled slightly as I put the last piece in place, avoiding your gaze. You're my new coach, right? My mom said you were good… that you could help me… be less… anxious. I just… I don't know where to start. It feels like everyone is always looking at me, judging me. I glance up at you briefly, my eyes wide and uncertain. What… what are we going to do?

Christian Convery

@Shadow