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Post by peanutsandjello on Feb 10, 2014 18:38:47 GMT
"Okay Louis, breathe." Louis mutters, adjusting his costume. It's a beautiful pale yellow, with gold and orange radiating out from the center. Originally, he thought it could represent the winter sun, but right now? It looks more like different shades of pee.
"Oh my gooood," He groans, pushing sandy-brown hair out of his eyes. "I look ridiculous! Why did I do this?"
It's a rhetorical question, obviously. He knows exactly why he did this. The feeling of gliding on the ice, flying through the air, dancing without a care in the world... it was his life. Was he good at it? Not even a little bit, but even fat kids like him can pretend to be graceful every once in a while.
He sighs again, wincing at the way the suit clung to his body. He'd never done this competitively before. He'd never done anything competitively before. There'd be people watching him, judging him... he imagines the crowd's reaction to him and whimpers slightly.
"Oi. You'll be fantastic, kit. Ignore everything else. Just breathe." Haze had said, bumping his forehead to Louis's. Louis smiles at the memory and swallows down his fear.
Just breathe. He lifts his leg up to his head for ten seconds. Breathe. Then his other leg. Breathe. He bends backwards, touching the back of his calves. Breathe. He bends forwards, placing his hands flat against the floor. Breathe. Arm stretches. Breathe. Calves. Breathe. Ankles. Breathe. He works through his entire body, breathing slowly and calmly until finally, he hears it. The call. He pops in his earplugs and cracks his neck.
Breathe.
"Here we go."
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