The cold breeze hitting across my face.
Actually I'm already comfortable with it ,but every time I set my feet on the ice, it feels like it's my first time being here.
The first time of me being on ice.
The first time dancing like a princess on ice with a silent audience, waiting for me to continue.
And when I finished my performance I would hear all the chants from the encouraging audience and see multiple types of flowers flying in front of me on the floor.
I entered the rink and looked up seeing no one sitting there.
Just practice.
Breath in and breath out.
I slowly started to sway my feet on the ice while going through my warm-up routine.
Always this new but common feeling.
Sometimes it gets annoying.
I want to stop all of this or..
I want to win and continue my career as a successful figure skater..
Being on ice let's me feel so free that I often stay here until late at night, practicing.
Like an never ending trial.
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Unnoticeable, in the last corner of the big hall was an average tall man standing there ,watching attentive her practicing her latest choreography on ice.
But it's not his first time being here..
and will probably not be his last..
