The Final Base

Sparks

The charity game had arrived. The arena was packed with hockey and figure skater fans alike. Warm ups were long over, the boys were geared up and ready for a beat down despite the fact it was nothing more than a good natured game to raise money. But when the school's biggest rival, the Brooklyn Bobcats, sitting on the visitor bench then some thirst for blood is necessary. Nixie was slowly breathing in and out as she went over her routine in her head. Naturally, she was scared. Not because she was opening up a show but because of the fact she was doing something her mother and the unofficial dance team introduced way back in the day. She's seen old videos of her mother and eight other girls dancing their hearts out on the field, during pep rallies and such. While it didn't die down it was changed over the years once the group left. There was a whole story about how it was something fun, turned to bad luck, to everyone loving it and seeing it as lucky. Talk about complicated.

"Ready to shine out there Nix?" Logan asked, shoving her shoulder with a gloved hand. Technically he didn't have to be on the bench just yet what kind of brother would he be if he didn't watch his little sister? Even if she's a complete brat.

Her hair was down in soft waves while it was pinned back at the sides so it wouldn't get in the way when she did her tricks. The sparkly number she was wearing was short. But that was a given for safety reasons and all that. On the bright side it was long sleeved. Though there was a cut out on the side with a mesh fabric and rhinestones covering it. Oh and there was also a deep v that ended around her belly button area. Of course there was more mesh and rhinestones and it absolutely killed him that his teammates were about to see his sister like this.

Dad was right, why couldn't she have taken up softball? But this is what she loves and Logan really cant fault her for that. He's the one holding a hockey stick inside of a baseball bat after all. While he didn't like seeing Nixie in such a tiny outfit, there was no denying she looked pretty. It was sort of a deep purple color at the top that slowly lightened in shade downward. The skirt then faded into a magenta and periwinkle blue shade. Not to mention the millions of sparkles. Her makeup was slightly bold yet still natural. It was so her facial expression could be seen better from a far.

Before Nixie could speak the house lights went down. That was her cue. With one last smile from her brother she started to make her way to the ice. She stopped at the little door, waiting for the go ahead. Just like she rehearsed a million times.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen," the announcer began. "And welcome to tonight's charity game, World Warriors against the Brooklyn Bobcats, with the Lower Manhattan figure skaters. All money that's earned will be going to the Foster Funding for Arts and Athletes, a non profit organization that helps foster kids get the equipment they need for after school activities. Whether it be for sports or art, the double F and A proudly helps kids follow their dreams. Now if I may direct your attention to center ice please give a warm welcome to Nixie Dasilva." with a deep breath she skated onto the ice. "We at Lower Manhattan Rink give her a warm welcome as she opens up the night."

Taking her starting position she stayed still for the next few seconds as the music started up. Mentally keeping her fingers crossed she doesn't screw up. "Hello," she mouthed with the opening of the song as she gave a cute wave to the crowd. "Here we go, say woah...." and she was off. Everything else disappeared. It was only the music in the air and sleek ice beneath her feet.

"Oh my gosh," Brooklyn breathed as she watched her daughter fly across the arena. "Al," she touched his arm. "Did you know she was-"

"No idea baby," Albert replied without taking his eyes off the ice. There's a long standing history with this particular song. One that the unofficial dance team would sometimes open up the baseball games with. Brooklyn was apart of this little group of course. After the girls graduated it sort of died down according to Romeo back in the day, but it had left an impact nonetheless. "I told you a long time ago, she's all you."