I thought it would be fun to go back in time before the start of LIFE ON THE EDGE and show the day Emily and Sergei met, so I've written a "prequel" to the series. The story will be told from both Emily's and Sergei's POV. It's a little long, so I'll be posting it in parts :) Here's Part I!
Sergei
A current pop tune blared through the
rink as I stood in one corner of the ice, watching Trevor and Leigh execute a slow-developing double twist. My newest pair team looked in my direction,
and I motioned for them to join me near the boards. I’d been coaching them for
just a few weeks, and their cautiousness with every element was high on my list
of things to work on with them.
“Keep your speed up… attack it quick
and tight.” I looked back and forth between them, and they nodded briskly. “Remember
that you are in complete control of it.”
After more nods they skated away
hand-in-hand, and I glanced at my watch. My potential new student Emily was due
any moment. I glided to the ice door and retrieved my skate guards from the
bleachers, snapping them on while keeping an eye on the rink entrance. When
Emily and I had spoken on the phone, she’d sounded very enthusiastic about
trying pairs after twelve years of skating only singles. I’d called her coach in
Boston, and she’d given Emily a glowing recommendation, saying her jumping
ability was at a high level. Her career had never taken off, though, because of
crippling competition anxiety.
A loud grunt swung my attention back
to the ice, where Trevor caught Leigh awkwardly in his arms on the twist exit.
I kept my focus on them as they skated past me to set up for a repeat of the
element.
“Sergei?” a sweet voice asked tentatively
behind me.
I turned and met the brightest pair of
blue eyes I’d ever seen. A hint of green shone in the blue, like the color of
the ocean on a clear day. Her gaze stayed locked on mine, eyes widening with
expectation under a lock of dark blond hair that fell over her brow.
“Yes.” I smiled and stuck out my arm.
“You must be Emily.”
She remained frozen for a moment,
still staring, before quickly removing her gloves and shaking my hand. “Thank
you so much for meeting with me.”
Her delicate hand warmed my cold one,
and I chided myself for not wearing gloves when I’d been on the ice. I had to
be about a foot taller than her, and in my skates I towered over her even more.
To put us on equal ground, I motioned to the bleachers. “Let’s sit.”
She swung her skate bag from her
shoulder and set it on the first row while taking a seat. I joined her as she
stuffed her gloves inside her bag and unzipped her black Skating Club of Boston
jacket.
“How was your drive?” I asked. “I
heard there was snow in Boston.”
“Oh, I drove down last night and
stayed at Aubrey’s house. I didn’t want to chance getting stuck in bad weather
this morning.”
Conscientious. A quality I always
looked for in a student.
“Will you be able to stay there
permanently if you come to train here?”
“No, my parents have a summer house in
Hyannis where I can live. It just doesn’t have electricity or anything right
now since we only use it when they’re off from school.”
“Your parents are teachers?”
She nodded. “They’re professors at
Boston University.”
“What do they think about you putting
college on hold? You said when we talked that you graduated in December?”
“My mom’s not too happy I’ll be giving
up my scholarship to BU if I move here.” She fiddled with the small silver
cross on her necklace. “But she understands how important skating is to me and
how excited I am about trying something new.”
Intelligence. Enthusiasm. Dedication.
Three more vital qualities. On first glance, this girl seemed to have all the
intangibles. Now I just needed to see her on the ice.
“Before we start working on the pair
basics, I’d like to see you skate on your own,” I said. “Just so I can get a
feel for your style and technique. You can do whatever you’d like – just let
the music guide you. Jumps, no jumps… anything you want to do.”
“Sure.” She was already digging into
her bag for her skates before I’d finished.
While she laced up her boots, I looked
up at Trevor and Leigh stroking with slightly more speed around the ice. They
were one of a couple of teams in my new program. When the club’s director had
called and asked if I was interested in starting a pairs program on the Cape, I
couldn’t say yes quickly enough. American pairs hadn’t had much international
success in recent years, and I wanted to change that. My goal was to build a
group of teams at all levels who would support each other and learn from each
other and who would ultimately compete with the top teams in the world. It
might take some time, but I was willing to put in the years of work to make it
happen.
“I just need a few minutes to warm up.
I did my off-ice stretching before I left Aubrey’s,” Emily said with a smile.
I nodded with approval. She really was diligent.
Emily shed her jacket, leaving her in a
white, long-sleeved Red Sox T-shirt over her black pants. She hopped onto the
ice, and her long, wavy ponytail flew behind her as she zoomed around the rink.
I wouldn’t have to worry about increasing her
speed.
I positioned myself behind the boards,
and after Emily had sufficiently warmed up, she slowed to a stop at the ice
door beside me. She made two careful steps toward the bleachers and removed her
T-shirt, revealing a black tank with thin straps that crisscrossed over her
back. The stretchy shirt and pants showed every detail of her figure. She was
slender but not an unhealthy skinny that I’d seen with so many female skaters.
She had just the right amount of curves and muscle for her petite size.
Folding her shirt neatly, she placed
it on the bleachers and then smoothed her dark blond hair and tightened her
ponytail. Meticulous and methodical,
I thought, adding those to the other observations I’d made. Once she returned
to the ice, she gave me another expectant look.
“You can use the next song that comes
on to improvise,” I said.
“Hit Me Baby One More Time” promptly
came over the sound system, and Emily and I both laughed.
“This isn’t quite what I had in mind,”
I said.
I went over to the stereo and flipped
though the stack of CDs, selecting a classical compilation disc. After tuning
to Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun,
I returned to Emily.
“Something a little more traditional.”
I smiled.
“I love this piece,” she said and
skated to the center of the rink.
She took a few deep breaths and began
to move along to the soft music. Her arms stretched gracefully like those of a
ballerina, and her blades didn’t make a sound as she floated effortlessly over
the ice. My heart rate sped up as if I was the one out there skating. But I
wasn’t. I was standing completely still, watching Emily get lost in the music.
And I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
She owned every movement and was in
total control of her body, making beautiful shapes to match the lyrical tune.
As she glided into a deep inside-edge spiral on the crescendo of the music, a long
chill ran down my spine. I’d watched a lot of skating over the years, and I
knew special talent when I saw it.
Emily was beyond special.
Besides the emotional choreography she
was creating on the fly, she was also throwing in textbook triple jumps. Her
Lutz rivaled that of the best ladies skaters in the world.
How is this girl not national champion? How bad
must her competition anxiety be?
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Part II will be posted next week! In the meantime, check out a bonus scene from REACHING THE EDGE and a sneak peek at FIGHTING FOR THE EDGE that I posted last week.
Thanks for reminding me that I needed to write this! :) Posting Part II now!
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