𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 | GEORGE HARRISON

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮

the ice was particularly cold this morning. i could see my breath as my skates slipped onto my sock covered feet. it had been this way for months. i wondered if i would ever grow. i heard the incessant chatter of the others while standing to my feet, surveying my surroundings.

fresh out of school, i rushed to the ice rink. lessons started in august, and it was already the beginning of november. i soon found my way to the ice, always being the first one on. the teacher would be there any moment, so i made sure to get some practice in, stretching beforehand. the other girls decided otherwise, choosing to chat or make tik toks.

gliding stunningly onto the newly swept ice, i was home. mondays were horrible. with my favorite hobbies, though, they were just fine. ice-skating and piano. that's what i did five days a week for years. it became one of my favorite things to do once i realized it was fun after the first year or two. only because i'd gotten good at it, though.

"i see you've been practicing your biellmann spin," from behind me, i heard the familiar voice of my teacher, miss wates. "remember to extend your leg fully, caroline. we don't want floppy feet, do we?"

"no, miss wates."

i centered myself, preparing to try once more, but this time with more pressure since i had a teacher watching. i skated farther down the rink, taking a deep breath and finding my center of gravity. for the thirtieth time that month, i attempted the biellmann spin. it wasn't horribly difficult. i knew where to put my legs and arms so it looked perfect. i analyzed everything; watching videos of denise biellmann, the creator of the spin doing it.

finally, i was ready. i took another deep breath in. i skated in the way i saw denise do it, and i knew it was without fault. swinging my leg up, i moved my torso forward so my body was at a ninety degree angle with my leg behind me, still spinning. i grabbed my left leg just as denise did, and just as how miss wates taught me to. as i propelled my leg upwards and my breath hitched. i knew everything i was doing was right, and miss wates saw it too.

still spinning, i let go of my leg and made sure to follow everything i remembered. what did denise do next? she would bend down sideways and grab her leg, bringing it above her head. the last thing i would have to do was just put my leg above my head and do the splits. simple and easy enough, right?

without ceasing, i grabbed my leg and brought it above my head. i knew my whole team, if not everyone was watching. it was utterly without flaw. i was good, and everyone knew it. i just hoped it looked as good at it felt.

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something in the way she moves

the words were etched into my mind. they resonated deep within me. while shuffling through my phone, looking for more of my favorite bands music, i thought of the words. the sun cast itself on top of my bed, right onto me.

caroline, you were born in the wrong era, i thought to myself as 'your mother should know' began playing.

the beatles were always my favorite band. i cherished every second of their songs, not missing a single beat. my favorite beatle would definitely be george, the underrated beatle in my opinion. john and paul were great too, but ringo and george never got the true recognition they deserved. i very much liked the idea of seeing the beatles in concert, but i knew their time was up. they had their wondrous moments of fame, they still were popular as ever, but when they broke up in 1969, it was over. they were over.