I glance at all of the swimmers getting ready while I walk to the change rooms. ‘I wonder what a swimmer’s life would be like… They are pretty famous. Yeah. REALLY famous! Would their life be overwhelming? Fun? Ugh…’ I thought to myself. I go into the change rooms, lock the door, and sit myself down onto the bench near the corner. “Well, it’s too late to go back now. So… maybe I can use this use this to my advantage? You only live once! But, the question is how?” I mutter, thinking that nobody can hear me. “What was that? You need any help?” someone called out from outside the change rooms. “Oh. Oopsies…” I say, making to sure to stay quieter this time.