I’m running up the 25 steps to the doors of The K Club. The waiting crowd cheers and claps me on. Against my better will, I realise I’m soaking up the attention.
Worse still, it slowly dawns on me that I’m subconsciously running to the beat of ‘Eye of the Tiger’, a Rocky montage edit all but flickering through my head.
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