After a slip-up with basketball star Paige Bueckers, Freddie Davis unexpectedly finds herself thrown into the spotlight.
Trying to balance work, school and a new arrangement, Freddie quickly learns that not everyone is made to be famous. And maybe...
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Chapter One
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College Basketball: The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. Behind the scenes with R. Johnson. 12/28/23
Last week I was fortunate enough to be able to sit down with the darling of women's college basketball, Paige Bueckers, to discuss what it means to be an athlete at this level. Bueckers, The No.1 Highschool recruit from the 2019 class- shares her thoughts on her lifestyle, fame and the platform that comes with being a respected basketball player.
(RJ) - Especially coming back from an injury such as yours, which for some would be career ending, how do you balance expectations versus reality?
(PB) - Well, y'know, it's not exactly easy. I try my best to not let the media see too much of my struggles, but obviously an injury like this causes a lot of doubts and a lot of negative attention. I do see articles online that write me off as a 'retired' player. (She makes quotation marks with her hands) But I try to not let it get to me because at the end of the day the only person who really knows what I'm capable of is me.
(RJ) - What advice would you give to young girls who struggle with self-confidence and doubt in their sport?
(PB) - I'd say you just have to keep pushing. Having faith in yourself can be hard, but if you put in the work you will see it materialise. I think you just really have to have trust in your ability to practice and preform.
(RJ) - And forgive me if I'm being crude, but last week you were seen leaving the club with several young women. Is this perhaps fame getting to your head?
(PB) - No comment. (Laughs)
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"You're probably wondering how all this started. How I went from a nobody to a somebody in the matter of a few weeks. Well, it all started with a deal. My name is Emilia Clarke, and this is my story."
"CUT!" A voice boomed, "Mabel, try to add more inflection to your voice. You sound boring," A young man groaned, brushing strands of floppy blonde hair out of his face. "Freddie, gives us an example will you?" He looked over hopefully at the brunette who was standing behind the camera. Her chestnut brown hair was falling out of a braid that looked like she'd slept in it. The bags under her eyes hinted the truth of that statement. She sighed before reciting the line.
"My name is Emilia Clarke. And this... Is my story." She wiped a fake tear out of her eye, adding as much emotion as she could to the short sentence.
