“How much does he make?” I asked Coach Keller.
“Depends on what you make,” Albert answered. “I’m expecting it’ll be a lot.”
“Don’t pressure him.” Coach Keller started massaging my shoulders.
“Ow.”
He stopped.
“Do I even need an agent yet? I’m not famous.”
“You’re going to be,” Cloud-ia said.
“Video of you topping the golden boy’s times has gone viral,” Coach told me.
“Huh?”
“Somehow the footage got out.” Mick winked. I shuddered. “People are talking about you, expecting you to win big. You do well at the Olympic trials—”
“Oh. He will,” Coach said.
“We are going to get you a commercial.” My agent needed dental work too.
“The swimming always comes first,” Coach Keller reminded me.
But I lit right up for the first time all day. “I had this idea, right? My brother’s a Special Olym
