Earlier today, I finished my short program. My score was a dozen points ahead of the second skater, well I have not even reached the limits of my abilities. Think of it, I can't help but leave a snort with laughter. Holding up my goblet, I sip a little bit of ice wine. Not the best, but sweet enough.
The hotel television is playing our recent short program now. I look at the appearance of each skaters. Yep, the women's short program was so full of charming as usual; the light-footed sequences and those graceful postures on ice always increase my desire to participate in paired skating instead of developing my single program. Oh, fuck it, people will never stopped gossiping regardless how I treat my female rink mates, whether I was only asking ladies for improving my Biellmann spin or merely sitting in the same bench with them.
There is one thing I know for sure; I have some talent. Otherwise, I won't get high enough score to win international medals in male single skating.
Next the television shifts into men's short program. I got a bad luck on today's lottery section, so unfortunately I was the first one to perform on ice. Sooner, I will see myself on television. Now, they have finished introducing each skaters in group one, and the music has started. That's my music. I dawdle back to my bed, ready to lie down and watch my imperfect ice show.