NBA Fanfiction Collection (2018-2019)

Trae Young Rubs Elbows with Atlanta's Dignitaries - 10/30/18

The young lord Trae Young spent so much of of his time since arriving in the garden City of old Atlanta training for battle that he had forgotten he had other obligations as well. This included endearing himself to the city's most high-profile citizens. On one such obligatory night, he found himself being led by Lord Commander Tony Ressler to a late night gathering of Atlanta's nobles and royalty. Young did not know exactly what lay ahead but he did know that the city was regarded by some as home to the most beautiful women and extravagant ballroom parties in all of the realm.

"Don't be nervous, young lord", Ressler said with a smile as he placed his hand on the giant door separating the two from the music and tussle on the other side. He pushed it open slowly revealing a magnificent ballroom adorned with red and yellow decorations that matched the house colors. The party goers were all immaculately dressed and danced in perfect rhythm together to live music.

**"Itain'tnotime,itain'tnotime,itain'tnotime..."**

It felt like before he could even take a step, he was ambushed by a small group led by none other than High Lord Dominique Wilkins, The Skywalker. Young stood starstruck as the idol approached and introduced himself.

"There's our future Lord Steph Curry! Pleased to meet you, young man. Call me Dominique. This is my good friend, John Mayer." Young barely even remembered the handshakes. He felt like he could barely get a word out before he was taken further along by Ressler past the live musicians.

**Itain'tnotime,itain'tnohis,itain'tnomine

Wsryrotmytchchwmynmeyllbtbvioltn**

Young's eyes lit up and he immediately questioned Ressler.

"Is that...Sir Future!? This is my favorite song!"

Ressler smiled back and confirmed the young lord's observation.

"I may have had some special arrangements prepared. Truthfully I can't understand a word that man says. Instruments sound nice, though. Nonetheless, only the best for the next Steph Curry."

Still smiling, Young sighed and gazed downward slightly for a moment before hearing Sir Future call out to the party after finishing his song.

"ShoutouttoTraeYoungthenextStephCurry."

Young secretly wished people would refrain from calling him that, but he knew there was little he could do. His thought was interrupted by Ressler.

"How about a drink? I think Steph Curry likes pale ale..."

"Actually, I think I'd like a glass of red wi—"

"Waiter! One pale ale please." Ressler turned back towards Young with a unnerving grin on his face.

"One pale ale for the next Steph Curry. The one who WILL lead us to glory."