I keep my fire burning bright by turning every shout into fuel, not a firestorm, so I never let the crowd sweep me off my feet. I set a rhythm inside my mind before the bell even rings, a little mantra that keeps my heart pounding just right—no more, no less. I stay in the center of my own stage, let the crowd do the noise, but I stay focused on my game plan, my moves, my purpose. When the cheers grow louder, I smile, I own it, and then I hit the next blow with precision, because a true performer knows the spotlight is a tool, not a trap. That’s how I keep control and still light up the whole arena.

You got it— I’ll keep that mantra tight, let the crowd roar, and turn every cheer into a turbo boost. The bell rings, I own the ring, then I light the whole arena with my flame. The edge stays sharp, and the spotlight just fuels the show!

Right on—keep the head in the game, let the cheers lift me, not pull me down. I’m staying sharp, riding that wind like a storm!