Songs For Us [English Version]

Nine. A fan and her idol.

Song three: Treat you better. Shawn Mendes.

Song four: My sweet baby. One Ok Rock.

"Faster, faster!"

Two minutes late to her training session and Irene was beating the life out of her. Mercilessly. Her feet were burning and she couldn't hear the music anymore, the only thing she registered was her legs begging for rest.

Stupid stamina training menu, she thought angrily, but she didn't stop. Doing that would mean another round of those killer exercises.

It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. She opened her eyes in the middle of her camel spin, and remembering something, she leaned tentatively.

Nope, not like that. But she was already on her way to the ground.

"DALIA" Irene shouted entering the ice and reaching her in a second.

Feeling the cold surface underneath her, and a jolt of pain in her back -which she thought was normal for someone who just avoided an ugly head crash mid-fall -, she sighed. That could've been so much worse.

She ended up visiting the doctor after a long scold from her two coaches, Irene and Carolina Sanz. And some pain-killers after she was sent home to rest -useful doctors.

"Honestly, what were you thinking?"

I was defying gravity. She stayed quiet.

"Do you realize the small chance of going to the Final would've just... poof! In one second?"

"I'm sorry" But of course she knew. It kept her awake at night, her head was an anxious desaster and it loved to create awful scenarios.

"And how on earth will you have a nice performance in Sapporo if you get injured a week before?"

"I'm sorry"

"Do you know how hysterical your mom is going to be when she discovers what happened?"

And, she did. It was a bad day to be Dalia Rodriguez.

When she finally collapsed in her bed, she wanted to curl up in a ball and drown in her misery for a couple hours, in silence. And sending to hell everything university involved, she buried herself underneath the blankets and felt asleep.

She regretted that the next morning.

"Dalia, the deadline is today" Galilea, her English Grammar I classmate, said.

Dalia wanted to hit her head against her desk, several times. Every single in her body hurt already, so she didn't.

"At noon"

"WHAT"

[...]

"I hate how worried I am to fail that stupid course. I have a million things to worry already, I didn't need another one. The pain in my back, my non-existent practice due to that, NHK next week..."

"It'll be ok, Leah. Your tests are practically machine-made" Gilian reassured, exploring through Dalia's university stuff. "I mean... ten, ten and nine point two? What even are you?"

Dalia couldn't stop thinking about the 10-page-long essay she sent at 11.30 with no double-checking. But she needed to relax, so her friends took the once in a year opportunity to actually hang out with their training-addict friend.

"Hey guys" Mariluna yelled, rushing through the crowded street.

"Yo" January greeted them half an hour later, due to traffic problems.