Classical music filled Clara’s ears as her blades struck the ice as she practiced the step sequences of her short program, skillfully avoiding the children ahead of her. Some slowed to a stop to watch her from the barrier with wide eyes and huge smiles. A warmth sparked within her as she did a triple axel. She could hear their gasps even through her music. Maybe it was a bit vain, but she enjoyed showing off in front of kids. Their sparkling eyes and faces of pure amazement were always something she enjoyed. She was one of those kids at one point herself. The fact that her peers could make her feel that spark of inspiration to this day was one of the many reasons why she had kept going.
Mila’s performance had only improved since Paris, which made Clara’s skin itch with in such a way where only the sound of her blades gliding across the ice could soothe it. Part of it was nerves, only a few more days until she would know for sure if she would be going to Tokyo for the