She looked down at the blades on her boots, she knew her routine well, almost memorised it, but that didn't mean she wasn't terrified.

She took a soft sigh, her legs shaky as she stood, straightening out her skirt as she got on the ice, her name getting called.

She heard loud cheers, claps and praise as she got to the centre of the ice, hearing the first few beats of her song.

She moved her feet into position, taking the first glide, it was simple enough, not enough to worry her.

She took the first jump, again it was simple, her breath was even, she landed on the correct foot into a glide, pushing off once for a little momentum.

She smiled softly and took another jump, gliding and skating on the ice.

She loved the free feeling, the feeling of ice under her feet, the feeling of being in the air as she jumped, the feeling of landing with success, the feeling of joy as she was praised and clapped for.

Before she realised it, her routine had finished, loud claps and cheers filling the arena as she grinned.
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It's pretty late but I like how this turned out, I've been able to do a lot more writing today.