You walk inside of the draft night arena looking around seeing the great new talent. They were talking among themselves about what position would they fall to in the draft. You were wondering how you made it. You was happy but still couldn't believe you were here.

You walk to your seat next to where your family was sitting. They rose up from their chairs and your mom hugged you very hard.

"Hey mom can you not try to injury me on draft night?" You said jokingly pulling yourself from her embrace.

She was teary eyed as she look over your handsome face. "You know I'm very proud of you, John. We all are."

She says pointing to your brother and your two twin sisters. Your brother was heading off to your old college, UNLV who you took to the final four twice in your two years at college, to play basketball like yourself. He was a young shooting phenom who was averaging 28 points for his high school. Your two younger sisters was still in high school being cheerleaders for the same school.

You heard the NBA commissioner over a loud microphone telling everyone to take their seats because the draft were starting. You sat with family talking quietly about your draft stock.

(This where you decide if your African American, White, Asian, or other types. And you'll pick your play style which will determine your draft position. Will you be a shot creator and shooting specialist (Stephen Curry and James Harden comparison), a playmaking star with high passing IQ and clutch shooting ability(Chris Paul and Steve Nash comparison), defensive mastermind able to defend 1-4 with great consistently and rebound like a monster, (Patrick Beverley and Kawhi Leonard comparison) or will you be an all around player who work at everything (LeBron James and Nikola Jokić)