"Poppi, hurry up, he's going to be on soon," my 8 year old friend shouted.
"I'm coming Penelope," I yelled, running into the living room to sit next to her right in front of the television.
"Next up is Brendon Urie, age 17, from the United States. The music is "Bleeding Love", choreographed by the skater himself," said the broadcaster.
Brendon Boyd Urie. One of the top highest ranked ice skaters in the world. Not only is he talented, but also very good looking with his raven hair and stunning brown eyes. Brendon has won at least five continuous World Championships, five straight Grand Prix Finals, and numerous other championships. With all the surprises up his sleeve, he never seemed to displease the crowd or me. He's the one who inspired me to become a skater, but now I think I'm done with the sport...
"First up, Poppi Lynn from Canada, age 15. The music is "Undeniable", choreographed by her coach Alias. Her first jump is a triple flip, triple toe loop combination and... she lands it with one hand on the ice." God dammit, Poppi. Calm down, it's just one mistake. "Next, jump is a triple Lutz and ... she lands it!" Yay for me, okay, you got this, you got this. "Next, a triple Axel.... and she's fallen!" No, Poppi you landed that multiple times before, calm down. "Her final jump for her last performance of the night is... a quadruple toe loop... and she's fallen again! That was Poppi Lynn from Canada! From the look on her face, she's not happy." Why of course I'm not! I failed.
"Poppi, what happened out there," my coach asked, placing his hands on my shoulders.
"I-I don't know." I felt the tears running down my face as my coach pulled me into a hug. I saw Mia laughing at me from the corner of my eye. Once I saw Brendon is sitting there on the rink bleachers staring at me with his sparkling eyes and plump lips, I ran straight to the bathroom to lock myself away from the world. I can't let my anxiety get me! I started to cry even more on the toilet. I took out my phone and texted, "Hey, I'll be coming home soon."
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"1st place Mia Brooks, 2nd place Chelsea Carver, and finally 3rd place Amanda Waltz."
"Alias, what place did I get?"
"No need to know, come on, let's pack and go the airport," he told me, pulling me away from the rink.
I pulled back, "What place, coach?!"
He sighed, "6th." 6th place. Last place. "Come on." I believed that I would get on that podium and hold up that shiny gold medal, but I guess I was wrong. I worked so hard to get here at the Grand Prix and once I came I failed. I'll never achieve my dream of being just like the legendary Brendon Urie. We went to our hotel room, packed up everything that we've brought, and went straight to the airport. I saw almost every skater there even Brendon. God, I can't even look at him or I'll just want to cry. I feel like I failed him. I looked at him for a split second to see him staring at me once again. I pulled my black hoodie over my long dark brown hair and sped to the entrance of the plane. Alias tried to cheer me up on the way back to Canada, but nothing worked. My phone was blowing up with articles on my failure and missed text messages and calls.
"Alias."
"Yes Poppi?"
"I'm going to take a break from ice skating for... awhile."
Alias gasped,"But, Poppi-" I just shook my head as I leaned against the window letting the tears stroll down my face as I drifted off to sleep.
