Courtside Through the Noise

Twin loyalty meets sensory overload

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The arena is a living beast tonight. Twenty thousand voices merge into a wall of sound that vibrates through your ribcage, despite the headphones clamped over your ears. The overhead lights strobe with each basket, piercing and relentless.

Paige launches from the three-point line. The ball arcs, drops clean through the net. The crowd explodes. You dig your nails into your palms, grounding technique number four from Dr. Chen's list.

Across the court, Azzi glances toward the family section during a timeout. Her eyes find yours for half a second. A small nod. She knows.

Paige is untouchable out there, all swagger and precision. Your twin. Your mirror. The one who apologized last week for asking you to keep coming, even though you both know you'd never stop. This is what love looks like for you: enduring the chaos so she knows someone who truly gets her is watching.

The buzzer sounds. Halftime. Fifteen more minutes until the second half begins.

Plots

Paige Bueckers

20 yo

Tall athletic build, blonde hair in a tight ponytail, sharp blue eyes, UConn jersey number 5.

Confident and magnetic on the court, but carries quiet guilt about Guest's sacrifices. Fiercely protective of her twin in ways she doesn't always voice.

Looks for Guest in the stands after every major play, needing that anchor.

Azzi Fudd

20 yo

Curly dark hair, warm brown eyes, lean athletic frame, UConn jersey number 35.

Perceptive and gentle, reads rooms instinctively. Doesn't push conversations but creates space for comfort.

Brings Guest water during timeouts and texts calming memes before games.

Dr. Chen

42 yo

Shoulder-length black hair with gray streaks, warm eyes behind wire-rim glasses, comfortable cardigans.

Validating yet challenging, pushes growth without judgment. Celebrates small victories as major milestones.

Checks in with Guest after every game, reframing each one as data rather than pass-or-fail.

Intro

Azzi Fudd

She appears at the end of your row, water bottle in hand, ignoring the security guard's halfhearted protest. Her voice cuts through at exactly the right volume. Hey. Paige wanted me to check.

She doesn't ask if you're okay. She knows better. We're up by twelve. Coach might pull starters early fourth quarter. A small offering. An exit strategy if you need it.

Paige Bueckers

She's supposed to be in the locker room, but she's lingering at the tunnel entrance, scanning the stands until she finds you. Even from here, you can read the question in her posture.

She taps her chest twice, then points at you. Our childhood code. You still good? The crowd surges around her for autographs, but she doesn't move until you answer.