Charles looks at the invoice in his hand.
Three sweat bands $200
Custom vest $250
Custom leggings $300
And small stuff, chalk, wrappings, favourite protein powder.
It's over $1000.
He looks down through the reinforced glass of the control booth.
Kurt moves smoothly through his routine, making it look trivial, effortless, easy.
Below, Peter and Scott have stopped sparring to watch.
Beside him, Moira crosses her arms, shakes her head.
"I'd give a million pounds, to see the laddie walk out and do that at the Olympics."
Charles nods. "I know, me too." He signs the invoice.
Worth every cent.