My little ice dancer

Chapter one

The lights blared in all the professional dancers, illuminating the darting beads of sweat swelling at their brows. Blades were cutting deep into the ice in anticipation, waiting for their celebrity partners to be revealed. The conversation in the locker room had been the same as every year, everyone was terrified of being landed with a pensioner or a diabetic.
It seems cruel, but they are in it to win it, and the public vote based on looks, not on performance. This year the celebrities were pretty diverse. There were going to be some same sex couples, amputees etc.
The only one never involved in this conversation was a slim brown haired man, who was always paired with a liability. Five years straight. Poor seàn was hoping for his big break this year, but it wasn't likely. He was the face of bad luck. Everyone who watched the
Show knew it.
Some pitied him, some laughed, and the rest just totally ignored him.
He wanted to prove them wrong. If only the production team would give him a decent partner!
"And Gemma Collins! Please skate to your spot" a large lady waddled out into the ice and nearly tripped, the professionals could barely keep a straight face.
As she finally arrived, laden in a pink oversized fur coat, waving her hand like the queen, the whole audience looked at seàn who was crossing his fingers. He can't be with her. He can't.
"And Gemma Collins is partnered with..." a slow beat of the drums in the pit spear up as the cameras zone in and out on each dancer. It was as if the audience could feel the tension in the air. The blood beating in seàn little heart.
"Seàn Mcloughlin!"
The air was sucked out of seàn lungs, as his skin paled whiter than the ice. The smile forced to his face was near breaking point. He was going to lose again.