On Sunday we had lunch with Hawkins and his crew, and sent them on their way back to Vegas. He’s going back to his office and finalize the sponsorship deal which my manager still has to fill me in on. He’ll then send it over and have me sign the contract.
He taps me on the shoulder, “Make me proud son, I’ll be there watching ya in August!” I smiled, “Don’t blink!” I watched and waved as him and his crew went through the check-in and on to customs until they were no longer in sight. I turned around and walked out o the airport. What was racing through my mind was…”Oh my goodness! I’m injured…not being able to use my right hand which takes away a weapon in my arsenal and a torn ligament in my knee which restricts my mobility…how am I ever going to take on my opponent who is a juggernaut. At this point…it’s the first time saying this…but…I half accepted the fact that I might not win…but I just want to put on a good performance and a good spectacle for everyone who came to watch. Just as I was worrying about that my friend called…she passed her piano ARCT exam. “Now I’m a level ahead of you…” she joked. Damn…I should have done ARCT as soon as I finished my grade 10 piano. She invited me for dinner with her and her friends…good times…I’m happy for her…
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