The rabbit watched the screen nervously. 

It was bad enough that he couldn't afford to fly out there, but then, his chances weren't great to begin with. The glow from the television left his fur, and the poster of his idol behind him, a ghostly blue. He struggled to stay awake until the end, even as the pick numbers increased one by one, watching because he knew that if he made it, it wouldn't be until the second round. He watched and waited, knowing where his heart belonged, despite the odds against him.

And when the last name was called, he turned the television off and curled up to sleep, knowing what it was like to feel his dream start to slip just a little farther away from him, after it had finally seemed so close.