At the Grand Pixal Finals, Yuri sat in the room waiting to be called. He took out his headphones and plugged them in. He shoved his hands in his pocket and placed the floor, violently. Victor, his coach and idle, walked up behind him and wrapped his harms around Yuri. He took one of his ear-phones out and put it in his own ear. He quietly whispered
"Calm down, Yuri. You'll be fine. You always are, my princess."
After those words were said, Yuri felt warm and confident. Like the warmth of his mother but, in a way warmer. Victors hands slid into Yuri's pockets of his jacket. At the touch of their fingers interlocking, comfort filled both of the skaters hearts.
The announcement came on the speaker that it was almost Yuri's free skate. Yuri turned around as he took off his headphones and jacket, with out saying a word. He handed them to Victor and looked at him with teary eyes. Victor suddenly felt worried, he knew how nervous Yuri can be before he performs. And as the applause from the crowd increased, Yuri's lips meet Victor's. He leaned forward as Yuri's arms wrapped around his neck. The warmth he had felt before came back stronger than ever. The applause faded, and their kiss ended. The time had come to show Victor what he could do.
"Don't take your eyes off of me. Let me be your prince and you my princess."
The both of them walked out of the tent and into the bright lights of the ice rink. The crowd cheered and the judges stared, as Yuri took the ice. The lights dimmed and a spotlight feel right on him. He got into position and made history.