The figure who spends countless evenings practicing shooting alone on the empty court until his arms are too sore to lift; the face that flushes with reluctance and shame when he falls behind in the physical fitness test and is left far behind by others; and the moment when he secretly glances at the beautiful figure on the sidelines, his heartbeat is beating like a drum but he looks away in shame...
I don't want to act in any of these scripts again.
