🎵Yeah, you could be the greatest
You can be the best
You can be the King Kong banging on your chest
You can throw your hands up
You can beat the clock
You can move a mountain
You can break rocks
You can be a master
Don't wait for luck
Dedicate yourself and you can find yourself 🎶
The lively stadium was at its full capacity. Music blasting adding to the adrenaline of the fans who waved in the air huge high fives among signs that read #untamed #9 The Wang. Cheerleaders executing perfectly synchronized sets as both teams stretched by the benches admiring them. After the stretch routine the players disappeared into the dressing rooms.
Yue walked behind the L.A Leopards Coach. She had met him minutes prior to the game to get escorted to her seat.
Yue scanned the stadium for that famous snack stand. She was starving,
"Couch, no drinks or food?"
The couch waved her off and she ran to the stand. A few minutes later she found him sitting close to the basketball court.
"You can observe from here, do you know anything about basketball?"
Yue nodded, "Of course, 10 players one basket, 2 hoops. What's hard about it?"
The couch blinked a few times thinking this was not a great idea, but nothing could be done at that point.
"Just take your notes, counselor," he said in a serious tone.
You grinned placing her drink on the floor to started to open her bag to take notes, yet her hotdog was on her right hand all along.
The girl loved her food, and she had missed her dinner thanks to a certain someone who needed counseling.
Yue was hoping the player she needed to observe was not a complete ass. She knew famous people had weird demands, but who was she to deny counseling, specially when her office needed the exposure.
Coach disappeared into the crowd. The music stopped and the lights went dim. The game was about to start.
Yue was distracted eating her hotdog when the first few baskets happened. She tried to reach for her drink when the basketball landed right on her drink spilling all over the floor and on her faded jeans.
The player came rushing to get the basketball and muttered,
"Clumsy."
She looked up immediately and got a glimpse of his back. She had to squint to read the moving body.
"Wang?" she reaches for her glasses.
She followed the shirt with the name Wang for the first half of the game. Yue took notice of how brusquely the man was playing.
At the moment all she knew was that she needed to keep her eyes on the red team. Yue had never been interested in sports, for most of her life she had only been into her psychology and eating.
She decides to pay close attention to the rest of the players finding it number 9 slightly more agresiva than the rest. It appeared very odd how wild the 'Wang' shirt was attacking. He gave out an angry vibe.
"It has to be him," She whispered to herself. All that time she wondered why not just tell her flat out who was getting the counseling.
"Sport people really like drama ... I swear," talking to herself again.
"Wang get to your shit together."
She heard one of the players say. The advantage to front row seats, she could hear them clearly. Her attention was on the basketball court.
YOU ARE READING
The Advisor
Fanfiction[completed] The Untame Wang #9 is an NBA basketball player with a short fuse. Shen Yue is a counselor that needs to help him face his darkness to shade light to his life, so she thinks. Misunderstood Dylan Wang wants nothing to do with anger manage...
