All Of The Stars

Chapter One: The Greatest Show

"And now, we welcome one of the most anticipated skaters in this final group standing at second after a phenomenal short program. Only a few years into his senior debut and already a three time national champion in his hometown of Cuba and a two time Worlds and Grand Prix Finals medalist! Everyone, welcome to the ice...Lance McClain!"

Without missing a beat, Lance glides smoothly on the ice, greeted by an immensely loud cheer and applause. He's dressed in a simple outfit, comparatively gentler to his short program outfit (which, with its low v neck and fiery reds, was the talk of the town).  Black pants, a dark blue jacket edged with bright blue on the buttons and sleeves. The audience goes wild, waving posters and banners with his name, his face painted on them, girls screaming, guys screaming. Everybody loves Lance McClain. 

He's ready for this. Lance knows he can make up those three points that Lotor has on him  from the short with no problem. If one thing is for sure, it's that PCS is his strength. PCS is his strength. 

Starting pose. Simple, feet in a V, head looking down, hands behind his back. The crowd goes quiet, excited, anticipating the performance to come. 

And the music begins. 

Soft, quiet notes quickly evolve to a sharp, controlled tango. 

Adios Nonino. He did always love the piece. Another warhorse, but no matter. 

"McClain comes from a very small fed, so it's remarkable, what he's done. And such maturity for his age...you can see how even the first few transitions of the program have so much thought put into them. Remarkable."

He smoothly glides across, his crossovers perfectly matching the ascending music. Three turn, three turn...up in the air, land with bent knee, swing knee back, up in the air again. 

"A splendid quadruple toe-triple toe!"

Without missing a beat, Lance skates faster again to pick up with the music, using a complicated entry into his favorite quadruple salchow. 

Lance launches into a flying camel spin, the cheers from his jump barely finished. Instead, they grow, as he does his signature sit spin position, pulling up into an upright spin and exiting with a pivot. 

Lance lets a little smile show, for his second-favourite portion of the program is about to begin. For sake of points, he kept majority of his jumps in the second half, bridging the gap with his infamous step sequence. 

"McClain is famous and very much loved for his expressive step sequences-"

A rocker, timed with the music. His arms dip along with his choctaw-mohawk-counter, eyes raising to the sky while he kicks up his leg and moves into a smooth-as-silk twizzle. 

"-He always achieves his Level 4, and honestly would get a Level 5 if such a thing would exist, haha...-"

The music builds, and Lance ends his step sequence with an illusion, rocker-counter-loop turn combo right at the side of the rink. 

Onto the jumps again...

"That's a very high quad sal-triple toe, just inside the second half!"

Lance allows himself to let out a sigh of relief.Thank god. He always was weak at that combo. 

"His final quad, the quad toe coming up..."

Difficult entry. With an irrepressible grin, he impulsively throws his hands up, clasping them together as he turns in the air. His last quad needs to be beautiful.  And he lands it, as solidly as the first, the crowd going wild with his little surprise.