The head referee takes me to a spacious area where I see a few swimmers warming up and preparing for their upcoming race. “Oh, wow! Is this how they treat their VIP customers?” I think to myself. “You’ve arrived late for the warmup but that’s alright,” she hurriedly signals to her assistant while handing me a notebook with the warmup exercises, “have you got your swimsuit already on?” “Swimsuit? Warmup? Is there going to be a pool party here or what?” I mutter. “I-… I don’t have any swimsuit. Are you-” “Oh, goodness gracious! You haven’t even got a swimsuit with you!” she interrupts, looking at me with surprise. “Here, let me see if we’ve got any spares, love.” I start fidgeting with my hands from the pressure. She scurries away and goes to look for spare swimsuits.