Part 2

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After tying the laces on my skates, I stand up and walk carefully, but easily, over to Mr.Hanclease.
"So, you've decided to show up? Thanks." His tone sounds compressed, like he's trying not to be crude.
"You're welcome, Mr.Manager. And I understand we will be training later than usual today to make up for my tardiness these past few practices." I say sweetly.
"Just get on the ice and show me something, Alex." Hanclease sighs, and waves his hand at the rink while rubbing his furrowed brows. I take off the covers on my skate blades, set them in his hands, and go out on the ice. It feels wonderful to skate. I remember the routine I'd choreographed for last year's tournaments, and start skating it. It's very natural for me to glide on the ice, and I do each salchow, toeloop, lutz, and axel perfectly. My heart soars with every jump and swims with every turn, it's a wonderful feeling. I pose with one hand on my stomach, the other behind my back, and my legs crossed in a standing position.
Before I realise that I'd finished my routine, I hear clapping and turn to look at a crowd in the stands. Still breathing hard, I skate over to Hanclease.

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