Editing One Slip Too Late

{{Level2
|song = One Slip Too Late
|image=File:OneSlipTooLate.png
|prequote=That game felt like any other game...
|levelno=5-1N
|bpm=[placeholder]
|patients=[[Maximo "Lucky" Jonronero]]
|preclear=Patient began reflecting on his initial injury and his rushed heartbeat worsened. Treat carefully.
|postclear=Treatment successful. Allowing patient to vent about the incident may be cathartic and effective.
|postquote="...maybe they're right, I should've stayed in my lane..."
|sdesc=remembered as an all-time hall-of-famer
|amiss=7
|adesc=remembered as a legend
|bmiss=14
|bdesc=remembered as the MVP
|cmiss=21
|cdesc=remembered as...an average guy
|dmiss=28
|ddesc=remembered as a cocky hot-shot
|fdesc=long forgotten
|act=Act 5
|levelprevno=4-4N
|levelprev=Murmurs
|levelnextno=5-2N
|levelnext=Unsustainable Inconsolable
|counterpartno=5-1
|counterpart=Lucky Break
}}
'''One Slip Too Late''' (5-1N) is a level in Rhythm Doctor. It is the Night Shift version of [[Lucky Break]].

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== Synopsis ==

== Transcript ==
<tabber>
|-|After Clear=
{|
|[Lucky]
|I started my career as a pitcher. I was damn good at it.
|-
|[Lucky]
|But in my heart...I knew I didn't want to be put into a box like that.
|-
|[Lucky]
|I knew I had what it took to be a homerun hitter.
|-
|[Lucky]
|Coach said no. I pushed back, trained hard, and proved him wrong.
|-
|[Lucky]
|Once he gave me a chance at bat...I became a star. Until I finally pushed my body past its breaking point.
|-
|[Lucky]
|I insisted on pitching the full game. At bat, I was driving in runs.
|-
|[Lucky]
|Coach thinks I'm a show-off, and wanted me off the field. But at the bottom of the ninth, I knew we'd lose if we weren't perfect.
|-
|[Lucky]
|My body was screaming at me to stop, but I pushed on. Just needed one homerun to end it.
|-
|[Lucky]
|I nailed it. But a second later, I felt agonizing pain.
|-
|[Lucky]
|I kept a smile on, for the crowd, long enough to round the bases. After that, I don't remember a thing.
|-
|[Lucky]
|Anyway, sorry for rambling. Thanks for, uh...being such a good listener.
|-
|{{Sprite/Samurai}}
|...
|-
|{{Sprite/Samurai|expr=sparkle}}
|Anytime.
|}
|-|Janitor=
{|
|{{Sprite/Janitor}}
|I was watching that game. The one where Lucky got hurt.
|-
|{{Sprite/Janitor}}
|It was awful. Thankfully, they cut to commercial, so the camera didn't hang on him too long.
|-
|{{Sprite/Janitor}}
|Back in the day, Lucky stuck to pitching. But he was one of those rare ones...a player who's a star on the mound AND at the plate.
|-
|{{Sprite/Janitor}}
|He started hitting homers and took the Scales out of their rut.
|-
|{{Sprite/Janitor}}
|Sadly...his shoulder gave out. I hear that's what happens after all the wear-and-tear of pitching.
|-
|{{Sprite/Janitor}}
|I wish I could say something to cheer him up, but it doesn't look like he wants an old fan's pity.
|}
</tabber>

== Lyrics ==
<poem style="background-color: #faf7ed; padding: 1em;">
Won the game, made my name, fifteen minutes worth of fame
Then it came, all the pain. Is it over? What a shame
Too tough, too rough on my rotator cuff
Low weights, rehab, I've had enough
Take me back to my dreams
Before the sun set on me
When the crowd went wild
Now when they call my name
All my pride has turned to shame
''They can't see me in this state''
One slip, too late, three strikes, for me
I've always been the one you could count on
So who will take my place 
Now I'm gone

[Interlude]
Logan: Do you know? Did you hear?
L: His play was play of the year!
Hailey: Was that him? On the news?
L: Video had a million views
L: They call him a show off
H: But they're not wearing his gloves
L: My hero would never 
L + H: hesitate to take his shot

Close my eyes, count to ten,
Could you take me back to then...
Take me back to my dreams
before the best was in the past
When the crowd went wild
One slip, too late, three strikes, for me
I've always been the one you could count on
So who will know my face 
Now I'm gone
</poem>