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Charlotte’s P.O.V:                                                                                                                                                                                                                       “Breathe Charlotte breathe” I said to myself in a low scratchy kind of voice, like an animal getting ready to pounce on its prey; waiting just for the right moment to attack. Well that’s how I feel right now, like an animal.

“Charlotte your up in five” said a dark haired man, who I guess works here.            

“Ok Charlotte you can do this, you’ve worked so hard for this moment, to be here, I can do this.” My voice cracking, breaking up              

“Ready boy” I said looking down at my dark bay Valegro.

Valegro’s P.O.V:                                                                                                                                                                                                My heart is like it is trying to bomb its way out of my dark bay chest. There are so many humans out there watching, looking at my master and I. Like millions of tiny rain drops trying to get under my cover soaking my withers, back, lions and croup; leaving me with a thousand earthquake tremors.

I wonder how long it is till we go up?

“Ready boy” I hear my master say just before the loud speakers call out.

Speaker’s P.O.V:                                                                                                                                                                                           “Charlotte Dujardin, riding Valegro” roared out the person behind the loud speaker.

The sound was like a lion was about to attack defending its mate, but then all of a sudden the predator fights back powering over he who had started, with an even bigger roar.The crowd shouts an applause leaning on the edge of their seats.

Charlottes P.O.V:                                                                                                                                                                                        “Here we go boy” I said in a stern but praising voice.

I squeeze Valegro, pushing him on to do a graceful trot entering into the humongous monster size Olympic arena. I can hear the crowds roaring voices, but my eyes are locked onto the judges; sitting in the flower looking kazibo. They only take one glance at me and are already writing something down on their charts.

“I wonder what they are writing” I think to myself.

I feel my hands start to shake, I’m trying so hard to control my earthquake hands, trying not to get Valegro nervous. Then all of a sudden horrible thoughts get put into my head.

“What happens if he shits in the arena? Will I loose points if he does? What happens if I forget a step? What happens if”   “Charlotte calm down, I can do this.” I said whispering to myself, pushing all my nightmare like thoughts away.

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