Football singularity

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[Łódź, Poland]

"Yo, what's good, family! It's your boy VicBlends and today we got something real special for y'all," Vic started, grinning into the camera as he paced energetically around the private lounge of Germany's U-20 team hotel. His setup—mirror, clippers, a full barber's kit, and lighting rig—was arranged neatly, giving the lounge an almost studio-like feel.

He flipped the camera towards Rakim Rex, seated comfortably in the barber's chair, laughing as his teammates hooted and teased off-camera.

"Today we're here with none other than the young GOAT himself, Rakim Rex!" Vic announced enthusiastically, clapping Rakim on the shoulder. "He's decided it's time for a fresh start, cutting off the iconic dreadlocks that got ruined in the battle against the USA. Bro, how you feeling about this big chop?"

Rakim chuckled, scratching his head. His damaged dreadlocks, which still contained a hint of pink despite the many washes. "Honestly, no, but it needs to be done. I've had these dreads forever. But it's time, you know? I can't play my best when I don't feel it."

Vic chuckled warmly, nodding understandingly as he reached out to carefully inspect Rakim's damaged dreadlocks. "Yeah, man, I actually watched the match, and you looked lethal coming back from halftime with half your hair drenched in dye. It was almost like you were on a war path, trying to slide for your hair more than doing it for your team."

Rakim nodded, grinning sheepishly as he looked at Vic through the mirror, "Honestly, you might be on to something. I've been growing them since I was six, and while I have gotten them shortened in the past, in that moment, it felt like a journey was abruptly cut short."

Vic chuckled sympathetically, meeting Rakim's gaze in the mirror, his expression understanding and sincere. "Yeah man, I feel you. But look, that's exactly why today's special. It's more than just a cut—it's a fresh start, new energy, new journey. And trust me, we're gonna bless you up."

He turned his attention back to the camera, effortlessly slipping back into his charismatic presenter persona. "Alright y'all, we gonna get right into it. Make sure you like, subscribe, and comment below what you think of Rakim's new look. Let's get it!"

Vic grabbed a pair of scissors, handing them to Rakim to make the first cut, and he did so without hesitation. "That didn't feel as hard as I thought it would be," Rakim said as he handed the scissors back to Vic, who promptly got to work snipping the long dreads one by one.

"Hahah it's always about taking that first step bro." Vic responded with a smile, "Rakim, we always start these sessions by asking a simple question—what's your purpose, man? Like, beyond the field, what's really driving you?"

Rakim paused thoughtfully, eyes fixed on his reflection. "Purpose? At first, it was just something I wanted to do at the age of 6. Players like Ronaldo, Drogba, Zlatan, Ronaldinho and Kaka were heroes I wanted to imitate,"

"Good that you did, 'cause danm my boy, you can play, and I mean that respectfully from a fan who has only recently gotten into the game," Vic responded with slight excitement, "Your family must be supportive since from what I hear you've been balling since a young age?"

"You'd think, right? But naw my mum wasn't having none of it," Rakim exasperatedly responded, resisting the urge to animatedly shake his head. "She was like school first, and you better be getting B's minimum, So I did, but then she was like make some friends, you can't always think about football."

Vic laughed, nodding knowingly as he carefully continued to cut away the dreadlocks. "Yeah, man, moms always got that wisdom. Did you ever figure out why she was pushing you like that?"

Rakim grinned softly, eyes briefly distant. "Honestly, it took me a minute to realize. She just wanted me to have options. She didn't want me putting all my eggs in one basket, especially when football ain't guaranteed. You know, injuries and stuff."

"Facts, bro, that's a wise woman right there," Vic said earnestly, making a clean cut before placing another dreadlock gently on the table. "So, when did she finally ease up?"

Rakim laughed openly this time, causing a few teammates off-camera to chuckle as well. "On day one, really," he joked, causing not only Vic but the nearby players who were listening to pause in confusion. "She is like this amazing PT and nutritionist. So, she decided to help me train even though she knew even less about football than me, but she knew how to train athletes, and the rest of the ball work she picked up along the way."

He paused for a second, letting his words land before he continued, "She would say it was a reward for sticking to the plan, but I could tell she did her best to support my dream. Not just her, but my whole family really. You might not know, but my big sister is quite the dancer and was doing her thing with her dance troupe at 9 years old."

Vic paused briefly, setting down his scissors as he brushed off a few loose strands of Rakim's hair from his shoulders. His eyes lit up with genuine curiosity as he leaned forward, fully engaged in the story Rakim was sharing.

"Hold up, your sister's a dancer? That's dope, man!" Vic said enthusiastically, his voice filled with appreciation. "Talent must really run in the family then, huh?"

Rakim nodded, pride evident in his voice. "For real, man. Emma is killing it, but she is studying law at Cambridge right now. She is the brains in the family for sure,"

Vic's eyes widened with admiration as he carefully set the scissors aside, swapping them for clippers to begin smoothening out the now messy and lumpy hair underneath his recently cut dreads. "Damn, law at Cambridge? Your mom wasn't playing when she talked about having options. Y'all really doing it big."

Rakim laughed warmly. "Nah, for real, man. She always said education opens doors, that football can't always reach. And my sister, she's always been the type to overachieve, motivates me to work on getting my degree."

Vic raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed, as he carefully tilted Rakim's head slightly to the side, expertly fading the sides with precise, gentle motions. The rhythmic hum of the clippers filled the brief pause in their conversation.

"Hold up, degree?" Vic repeated with playful disbelief. "You tellin' me you're out here ballin' on international stages and still thinkin' about getting a degree?"

Rakim chuckled, adjusting his posture slightly to get comfortable. "Yeah, man. Football's my life, but it won't be forever, right? Life happens, and age will eventually catch up with me by the time I'm 50. Plus, it'll make my Mum's happy to see me in that cap and gown."

Vic nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "50? Is that even legal, bro?"

"I don't know, but when you got players like Lebron and Ronaldo pushing that marker of how long you can be dominant in your sport, it's inspiring," Rakim responded with a smile, closing his eyes just in time as Vic sprayed him with water.

"True, following such titans in their respective games must be inspiring. Who would you say has been the most impactful to you?" Vic stated with a smile as he moved to his front after brushing his short hair forward, ready to do the line-up."

"If I had to pick, I would say Zlatan for his confidence in his abilities and the fact that he delivers. Ronaldinho's joy with the ball has definitely shaped how I approached the game, especially when expressing myself when drilling and that occasional skill move." Rakim responded with a light smile just as Vic finished making his line-up, spraying a dab of enhancements which made him look crispy.

He spent the next few moments applying some pomade that wasn't greasy and seemed to be high-end with a hint of vanilla scent. He once again brushed his hair with the grain before picking up an Akatsuki Durag. What followed was a quick ten minutes under the flame thrower-like hair dryer before it was finally done.

Slowly unwrapping the durag for dramatic effect, Vic leaned back once he was done, admiring his work as he held a small handheld mirror up behind Rakim's head so he could see the back. "Sheeeesh! That's crispy, bro! Look at that wave pattern starting to come in already. You look like you've been brushing for weeks!"

Rakim tilted his head slightly, inspecting the waves as a light smile and a subconscious lick of the lips escaped. "Yeah… I can rock with this. You just made your boy dangerous, Vic."

Vic mearley laughed at that as he turned back to the camera. "Y'all see the vibes! The transformation is complete—my guy Rakim just went from that one dreadheaded dude who can ball, to Mr steal Your Girl and your heart. Y'all better drop a '🔥' in the comments if you're feelin' this new chapter for him and keeping your girls away!"

Laughter echoed off-camera from the teammates gathered in the background, a few of them clapping or shouting playful jabs. "Ayo, wave check!" one called, earning a round of chuckles.

Vic smiled, dapping Rakim up. "Appreciate you trusting me with this, man. Real talk, I think this look is gonna match the energy you're bringin' to the pitch tomorrow."

Rakim nodded, standing as Vic dusted off the final strands from his neck. "Yeah, feels right. Thanks a lot for doing this, bro. Means a lot."

They shared a quick bro-hug before Vic turned back to his camera to wrap the session. "Alright y'all, you already know what to do—like, comment, subscribe. Big shoutout to Rakim Rex for letting us be part of this moment. Until next time—stay blessed, stay blended."

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To Be Continued...