Frozen Phoenix
(Jimmy's during him and Chazze's last performance)
"Beautiful, elegant, with text book precision and execution, not sex on ice, not fierce or for lack of a better word "wild" like my ex rival, what was he DOING?, We had NOT practiced this…but for Katy, I'll damn well try."
Beautiful. Elegant with textbook precision, that's what I'd always been to the public eye or least by media definition.
I had unseen muscle and ridges eclipsed by skin hugging attire, glitter and rhinestones, much to the amusement of my rivaling burning ego.
The "hatred" was but a mere façade to display for show, to hide the want and desire for this man's skillfully crafted fire!
He was no swan and as a master, a far cry but for goodness sake, he'd never need a pinch of glitter to get by.
He didn't need a show or even to perform, just to be himself left the place in a swarm.
Now as his partner, it was time to shine and relive the dream that was once his own and mine.
He took me by surprise and gave me that chance, not to frolic or parade but to come alive and dance! I was terrified, I admit but my protests meant nothing. It was what I needed, so I dropped the prissy poise not even a second when…
BEHOLD!
There he was!, Jimmy McElroy, performing in ways he had never dreamed before, that got the crowd to its feet crying out for more.
He granted me that time, to be awesome, to be great, but who knew that being as good as your last performance could be such a handful (literally… Chazz is fat) I lived on the ice for the first time in all the triple axels and spins I'd done in my life.
He gave me the passion I needed, the beat in my frozen heart, the missing thrill and needed hype, to bring down the house and burn up the ice!