My set piece is about the value of hard work. I used Juxtaposition to contrast the two times I played tournaments, once when I practiced, and another when I did not, and emphasized what happened when I did one of them in contrast to the other. I also flashbacked to 2 years ago, when I played my first tournament. I used vivid imagery and metaphors to elaborate the anxiety I felt during my tournament, which was also my favorite part.

It was August 24, and I had a goal. It was to win my first tournament. I had arrived on the courts, ready for battle, brimming with self-confidence. I arrived at the location, brimming with self-confidence and nervousness. The pressure was on. I started my first match, the crowd's gaze felt like laser beams, dissecting every move. Each point was a high-stakes battleground. The air crackled with tension. Yet, I stood tall, determined to shape my destiny. The previous days, I had taken it easy. I had not worked towards my goal and I was setting myself up for failure. The results showed, as I had lost 2 of my 3 matches. I got lucky in my third match, as my opponent was injured.  I thought about what I did, that made me lose which in my case was lazing on the couch for most of the days before. I was disheartened, as I knew I could have done better. I got disheartened, as I knew I was more talented than any one of the players that I lost to.The next tournament, I swore to myself that I would work hard and improve my stamina and endurance, and I did just that. I ran every day for 2 weeks, and I had made visible progress. In my next tournament, the pressure was gone. I played with a calm confidence, capitalizing on my opponents' mistakes, a product of countless hours of dedicated practice. Every move was executed with precision, a result of relentless effort. This unwavering commitment led to my resounding victory. I had won.