Ice Games
“Goddamn chaps. If there’s sequins, I’m leaving. — Ty Randall, to his manager ~~ * ~~ We practiced our “Boot Scootin’” routine daily, and I grew to hate it a little more each time.
To be fair, though, Ty never complained. Perhaps it was the sight of my swollen face that made him close-lipped, or the fact that I never complained about Imelda’s choices (poor choices, if you asked me) of what we would do. It was like he’d drawn up his belt and decided to just endure.
Kind of like me.
Th...e routine was child’s play for me, but it was clear that it was tough for Ty. For starters, he tended to surge while skating instead of gliding gracefully. I suspected that was a holdover from his years of hockey training, and it took us days of simply holding each other in an ice dancing embrace before we started to move together fluidly. Once we did, though, Ty gave me a cocky little grin as if to say “See?”
Of course, then we added the music, and things went to hell all over again.MoreLess
To be fair, though, Ty never complained. Perhaps it was the sight of my swollen face that made him close-lipped, or the fact that I never complained about Imelda’s choices (poor choices, if you asked me) of what we would do. It was like he’d drawn up his belt and decided to just endure.
Kind of like me.
Th...e routine was child’s play for me, but it was clear that it was tough for Ty. For starters, he tended to surge while skating instead of gliding gracefully. I suspected that was a holdover from his years of hockey training, and it took us days of simply holding each other in an ice dancing embrace before we started to move together fluidly. Once we did, though, Ty gave me a cocky little grin as if to say “See?”
Of course, then we added the music, and things went to hell all over again.MoreLess
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