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One of the doors leading into the Forum changes suddenly, raising up into the air, with a long staircase now leading down from the door. The door opens, and a young teenager on a skateboard is now sliding into the Forum, riding the edge of the rails of the staircase.

At the end of the staircase, he flips up into the air, doing a 360-spin before catching his skateboard and landing securely on his feet.

Drake takes a look around his surroundings, adjusting pretty quickly. "Figures, a trick like that, and none of my friends are around to see it."

"I am sure there are lots of interesting stuff that happens around here. Who wants to share one of their experiences?"

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"The other difficulty is that I am trying to do this without thinking about it too much."

"That's something that comes with practice; muscle memory. Take a deep breath, and let it out as you push--that'll help you keep yourself relaxed, and let you lock in how it feels to do it right."

Drake pushes a hand through his hair. "If I get too relaxed, I have these abilities that kick in."

He moves to drop his skateboard, but with brief concentration is able to stop the board in mid-air with his mind.

"And I just want to do this without them."

"That's an admirable goal. It sounds a little bit like learning to pull a punch in practice; you've got to be relaxed enough to let yourself move, but balance that with a very conscious control."

"Exactly. It is very hard to not use my abilities. But at the same time, look for ways to train them."

"What are you hoping to do with them?" the old man asks, politely curious.

"I would like to be a superhero when I get older, just like my dad is now."

"Well, not just like him. I don't have any of his abilities." Drake quickly clarifies.

"It's not the powers that make a hero," the old man observes, "but it sounds like your heart is headed the right way."

"My older brother is old enough to join the Justice League. So it will be pretty cool to see him in action."

The old man nods. "A team's a good way to get started. Better than running off alone, in most cases."

"I am lucky to have many role models. Both who either were part of the team, or were lone heroes."

"Then I'll wish you luck, young man. Tomorrow's hopes are with you."

"Thank you. I am Drake Kent, by the way." He offers his hand in introduction.

"Steve," the man offers, along with a firm but friendly handshake. "It's nice to meet you, Drake."

"Very nice to meet you."

"You have a good day, Drake," Steve tells him with a smile. "And keep practicing."

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