Lennon sat hunched over his gaming console, fingers deftly maneuvering the controller. The virtual race car sped through sharp turns, the sound of screeching tires filling the room. He felt a familiar comfort in the digital world, where his anxieties faded away. Despite the rain outside, his mind was on a sunlit track, drifting through curves with ease.
Lennon's eyes flickered to the mysterious envelope that had arrived earlier. It was unlike any other mail he received—thick, cream-colored paper, with a wax seal bearing the emblem of a racing flag. Curiosity piqued, he hesitated, then reached for it. As he broke the seal, a wave of anticipation washed over him. Inside was an invitation to a local racing event, promising a chance to meet real drift car drivers.
Lennon felt a flutter of excitement mixed with a knot of anxiety in his stomach. He paced the room, the invitation a tangible reminder of his dream and his fears. "Can I really do this?" he whispered to himself, glancing at the posters of drift cars that lined the walls. Each car seemed to urge him forward, reminding him of the thrill he felt in his virtual races.
Lennon took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the sun on his face. "It's time to step out," he decided, a newfound determination in his voice. The invitation still in hand, he turned towards the door, ready to face the world beyond his room.
Lennon stood at the edge of the track, heart pounding with excitement. The vibrant energy of the crowd and the sight of real drift cars took his breath away. A voice interrupted his awe—a seasoned driver with a friendly smile approached. The driver introduced himself, sharing stories of his own early days on the track, offering advice and encouragement.
Lennon felt a sense of belonging he had never experienced before. Watching the cars drift gracefully, he knew this was where he wanted to be. "One day, I'll be out there too," he vowed quietly to himself, feeling the weight of his anxiety lift, replaced by the promise of new beginnings.
