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prompted a smirk from the two bottle blonde women.
‘ I didn’t know you could skate Samantha. It’s very impressive,’ Connor spoke, leaning his thin chest forward so he could see past Jeremy and Cleo.
‘ It might not be so impressive once she has the ice cream tray round her neck at the interval - I think there may be some balance issues,’ Cleo told her new acquaintances.
‘ By the way we’re out of Worcester sauce crisps at the bar,’ Samantha told her sister as she got to her feet and tucked the ice skates under the seat.
‘ What?! Sam! Product control! You knew I was coming tonight!’ Cleo wailed as if a crime had been committed.
Samantha hurried down the steps and walked around the arena to take up her position at one of the rear exits. She hadn’t told Cleo about the incident with Jimmy that morning. She had tried hard not to think about it at all. The inappropriate laughter problem she had been aware of, the feeling like her chest was going to burst open, like a cadaver having its rib cage cracked on an episode of Silent Witness , she had not. It had been hideous, she had been so embarrassed and she had felt vulnerable. And people had watched her being vulnerable. She hated that more than anything. And then, after all that had happened, she topped it off by asking Jimmy about something personal, something only a brainless tabloid reporter would ask. She cringed as she remembered her stupidity.
But if she had told Cleo she would have focussed on the hand holding and the consoling arm. She could hear her now ‘Jimmy Lloyd held your hand, he actually touched you! You skated with him!’ Cleo would have screamed and made a fuss and probably wanted to smell her to see if she could smell him. No, she couldn’t tell Cleo. All her questions would be too much to bear, and she would have to relive the coughing fit and the insane question about rehab. She only hoped Jimmy didn’t mention that to Dave. Although from what she remembered about their conversation at the bar the previous night, he didn’t seem to be a big fan of Dave.
‘ Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Skating on Broadway a show that combines the sounds of the stage with the moves of the world’s most renowned ice skaters. On the ice, please welcome former Olympic gold medallists Dana Williams and Jimmy Lloyd!’ the compere announced.
Samantha heard Cleo scream out loud and saw her, the peroxide blondes and two other women in the second row jump to their feet and begin clapping wildly as Jimmy and Dana skated onto the ice.
The couple wore pale blue outfits and Samantha knew from the running order they were skating to ‘Memory’ from Cats. As they took their positions the crowd silenced and the music began.
Dana looked like a Cinderella doll. Her hair was swept back into a tight bun, her dress was a beautiful mix of lace, Lycra and diamantes and her skin positively shone under the spotlights. Samantha watched her effortlessly move across the ice in synch with both Jimmy and the music. She was so graceful, so in control, so not like her. Self consciously she smoothed her bobbed hair behind her ears and pulled her Woolston Civic Hall jumper lower down over her waist.
There was no denying that both Jimmy and Dana were fantastic skaters who complimented each other perfectly. Jimmy was the power and the strength and Dana was the grace and the elegance. There was an entourage of over thirty other skaters in the show but it was Jimmy and Dana who truly wowed the crowd during their many varied routines.
Just before the interval Samantha had confided in Felicity about the four thousand tubs of ice cream in the freezer and, after laughing hard for a minute or so, she had confirmed her agreement to Samantha’s plan to put twice as many Berry Fruits in each serving tray in the hope that less alternative would increase sales. There was brief disappointment when the vanilla and chocolate ran out but a vast quantity of the four thousand were sold
‘ I didn’t know you could skate Samantha. It’s very impressive,’ Connor spoke, leaning his thin chest forward so he could see past Jeremy and Cleo.
‘ It might not be so impressive once she has the ice cream tray round her neck at the interval - I think there may be some balance issues,’ Cleo told her new acquaintances.
‘ By the way we’re out of Worcester sauce crisps at the bar,’ Samantha told her sister as she got to her feet and tucked the ice skates under the seat.
‘ What?! Sam! Product control! You knew I was coming tonight!’ Cleo wailed as if a crime had been committed.
Samantha hurried down the steps and walked around the arena to take up her position at one of the rear exits. She hadn’t told Cleo about the incident with Jimmy that morning. She had tried hard not to think about it at all. The inappropriate laughter problem she had been aware of, the feeling like her chest was going to burst open, like a cadaver having its rib cage cracked on an episode of Silent Witness , she had not. It had been hideous, she had been so embarrassed and she had felt vulnerable. And people had watched her being vulnerable. She hated that more than anything. And then, after all that had happened, she topped it off by asking Jimmy about something personal, something only a brainless tabloid reporter would ask. She cringed as she remembered her stupidity.
But if she had told Cleo she would have focussed on the hand holding and the consoling arm. She could hear her now ‘Jimmy Lloyd held your hand, he actually touched you! You skated with him!’ Cleo would have screamed and made a fuss and probably wanted to smell her to see if she could smell him. No, she couldn’t tell Cleo. All her questions would be too much to bear, and she would have to relive the coughing fit and the insane question about rehab. She only hoped Jimmy didn’t mention that to Dave. Although from what she remembered about their conversation at the bar the previous night, he didn’t seem to be a big fan of Dave.
‘ Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Skating on Broadway a show that combines the sounds of the stage with the moves of the world’s most renowned ice skaters. On the ice, please welcome former Olympic gold medallists Dana Williams and Jimmy Lloyd!’ the compere announced.
Samantha heard Cleo scream out loud and saw her, the peroxide blondes and two other women in the second row jump to their feet and begin clapping wildly as Jimmy and Dana skated onto the ice.
The couple wore pale blue outfits and Samantha knew from the running order they were skating to ‘Memory’ from Cats. As they took their positions the crowd silenced and the music began.
Dana looked like a Cinderella doll. Her hair was swept back into a tight bun, her dress was a beautiful mix of lace, Lycra and diamantes and her skin positively shone under the spotlights. Samantha watched her effortlessly move across the ice in synch with both Jimmy and the music. She was so graceful, so in control, so not like her. Self consciously she smoothed her bobbed hair behind her ears and pulled her Woolston Civic Hall jumper lower down over her waist.
There was no denying that both Jimmy and Dana were fantastic skaters who complimented each other perfectly. Jimmy was the power and the strength and Dana was the grace and the elegance. There was an entourage of over thirty other skaters in the show but it was Jimmy and Dana who truly wowed the crowd during their many varied routines.
Just before the interval Samantha had confided in Felicity about the four thousand tubs of ice cream in the freezer and, after laughing hard for a minute or so, she had confirmed her agreement to Samantha’s plan to put twice as many Berry Fruits in each serving tray in the hope that less alternative would increase sales. There was brief disappointment when the vanilla and chocolate ran out but a vast quantity of the four thousand were sold
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