I was in panic when sitting down by the judge's scoring-buttons, and looked pleadingly at the huge guard. He no longer paid any attention to me, just kept beckoning the first pair onto the ice.

The lights went down, and music started to tear at my heart, filling the whole auditorium. Donna Campofiorin and Don Gran Coronas glided onto the new ice. Donna's powerfully kicking skates started following the music. Don carried his partner like a gentleman. I kept wondering could there be anything moving more perfectly when Don Corona let loose his grip from Campofiorin's mature hips. Donna flew in the air, spinning wildly. Her skates hit the ice, her hand stretched out to the partner, fingers groping into the air. But Coronas had turned his eyes towards the cheering crowd, and he saw nothing else. His long years on the arenas, his magnificent skills, still made him aware that his ever so perfect, sensuosly crowd-taking partner had landed on both her feet. The audience gasped, and the guard gripped my hand. In his iron touch my hand was forced onto the buttons. I was growling with pain when his strong hand pushed my index finger on a button with 5.7 on it.

I felt my forehead getting wet waiting for the second pair. Another concentrated silence before the first chords. The thunderous sounds from a bass drum started Mr. Kalimna's wild route to the fragile Ms. Harmonie waiting at the other end of the ice. Kalimna's powerful hands took Harmonie's thread-narrow, sweet body, forcing the girl into a furious piruette. The circling movement went on and on with grace, but I kept thinking of Campofiori's full-grown body when Kalimna's hands, swollen from pulling oak-trees from the ground, lifted Harmonie high above his head and swung her to the ice in a whirl of somersaults. My guard yelled into my ear, That's against the rules! The bodybuilding is in the next hall, and tried to force me to light 5.5 on the board. I grapped the cloaked man's fingers, stuck my teeth into his thumb, and streched my left hand to the keyboard. 5.7 lit up with bright lights at the end of the hall when I screamed into my lords howling, The girl can quit or wait, but Kalimna's muscles will win one day! And I muttered to myself, if he easies up on the oak-pulling and starts Coronas duelling practices.