They say it gets easier, but I think they lied. It's always the same, but no... Never, ever easier.
Right leg, push. Left leg, push. Right leg, push. Left leg, push. Glide. Glide. Spin left. Deke right. Bring stick back. Puck between legs. Toe drag. Aim top shelf. Wrist it home. Jump into glass. Celly.
The nerves are supposed to subside and the butterflies are supposed to just disappear. It's a guarantee, a sure thing. Don't worry about it. It'll be easy and it'll be over before you know it. It feels like it's been going on for hours, and no it's not easy.
Turn down the television. Turn up the television. Pace around room. Nervously rub hands together. Sit down. Stand up. Answer phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello, this is Coach Darryl Sutter of the Los Angeles Kings professional ice hockey organization. Is this Karson Blake?"
Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Wipe sweat off hands. Reply.
"Yes, sir. This is Karson."
Hold Breath.
"Then welcome to the family, son. We'll see you when camp starts."
Breathe out.
They say it gets easier as the season goes on. They say the teams change, but the games and seasons remain the same; however, for my best friend, Mallory Hamiliton, and I? I think this season is going to be a lot more than just the same.
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Sunset Boulevard-ON HOLD
FanfictionIn a spinoff of XxCountryNiallersxX, Love Game, Sunset Boulevard takes the POV of Karson Blake, Mallory Halimiton's bestfriend. Will the season be easy going, or is it going to be more than both the rookies can handle?
