SWIMMING POOL MALE CHANGE ROOM - EARLY MORNING
TRAVIS is wearing his warm up tracksuit, has bare feet and wet hair. He has just quit the pool in the middle of an early morning training session. He is very disappointed in himself, having come third in a World Championship 400m freestyle swimming race last night. He picks up a towel and roughly rubs his wet hair, leaving it any way it falls. He hangs the towel around his neck and takes a swig of an energy drink from a sports bottle. ADAM (his Coach) enters and watches TRAVIS for a short while before TRAVIS notices he's there. TRAVIS: Sorry, Coach. I'll be back out in a sec. ADAM: No rush. ADAM goes over and puts his hand on TRAVIS's shoulder consolingly. ADAM: You ok Trav? TRAVIS: Does it look like I'm ok? ADAM: C'mon buddy ... last night is over. It was only one race. TRAVIS: (sarcastic) Oh well that's ok then! ADAM: It's not like you to let it get to you like this. TRAVIS is in no mood to be reasonable. TRAVIS: Get to me! GET to me?! TRAVIS paces the change room, obviously frustrated. TRAVIS: All of a sudden the fact that I'm the World Record Holder, National Champion and Olympic Gold Medallist in 3 distances doesn't mean a fucking thing. TRAVIS flicks the wall angrily with his towel. Tense silence. ADAM looks at his watch. Thinks about the situation. ADAM: I think we'll abandon training today. Have a day off ... you're obviously not up to it. TRAVIS: (feeling sorry for himself) What would be the point anyway? ADAM: What do you mean? TRAVIS: What's the point of training my guts out to come third again next time. ADAM: You're not going to come third again - It was a one-off. TRAVIS: How do you know? Huh? How the fuck do you know that Adam? ADAM: Because you're the best in the world. TRAVIS: No, I'm the third best in the world. Not the best, and not even second best. Third best. Shit. END OF FIRST PAGE |