What is Agape?// YURIO PLISETSKY

I Dance

I've wasted my voice, on that song

That's what they said, but I just won't believe

Now I seek for another person, who might admire

I'll turn away from my voice, and now use my movement

"No, you must not just drag yourself" she scolds, "You must carry yourself with pride"

   I AM, WOMAN.

   "Look at the way I do it" says Lilia Baranovskaya, "I raise my hands slowly, Ms. Altin, I am not in a hurry"

   The STRUGGLE REALLY IS REAL. "Sorry, I don't do ballet"

   "You don't do ballet?" she looks skeptically at me, "I recognize you, Ms. Altin. You're a ballerina champion, don't mock me"

   "How'd you know?"

   "This wouldn't work, you need a Yakov"

   "Uh... Yakov?"

"I'm Yakov Feltsman---"

   "I'm Viktor!" a guy from behind him butts in, Viktor Nikiforov. "Hey, guys introduce yourselves!" he looks over to the other skaters behind Yakov.

   "Vitya, get back to PRACTICE"

   A woman with short wavy auburn hair approaches as she examines me, "I'm Mila Babicheva" she takes my hand and shakes it, "Hey, Georgi, come over here"

   "Georgi Popovich" he shakes my hand too, I first took notice of his hair styled in a quiff.

   I smile at them, "I'm Alia Altin"

   "You mean from Kazakhstan?" Yakov asks, "Are you related to Otabek Altin?"

   Viktor puts his hand to his chin, "He sounds familiar"

   "He took bronze at Worlds" I replied, "I came to watch, but oh well too bad he lost to you" I looked at Viktor.

   "You're related to that stoic guy?" Mila asks, "You don't look as quiet as him"

   "He doesn't show off his emotions on his performances" Georgi starts, "But he gets far"

   "Well but---"

Well I was supposed to get into this conversation with Mila and Georgi but Yakov had remembered that I came for a coach and now he wants me to do something. Like a test, to see if I can keep up.

   "You said you came to watch at the Worlds, right Al?" Viktor asks.

   "Yes" I reply slowly, "He wants me to perform Aria? Aria: Stay Close to Me?"

   "GOOD GUESS" Viktor happily pats me on the back, "Have you done it?"

   I shook my head, "But I'll try"

   "That's good, good" Viktor nods to himself.

  I exit the skating rink so that Viktor can do it before I do. I look over to where Yakov is, he stands there watching. Just then a guy in with chin-length blonde hair stands beside him, his attention all on his phone. I recognize him, Yuri Plisetsky.

   Then the music begins,

"Sento una voce che piange lontano

Anche tu, sei stato forse abbandonato?

Orsù finisco presto questo calice di vino

e inizio a prepararmi

Adesso fa' silenzio