Patience - Pheonix

[erin poetry allen]

Patience, Little Sister
Patience, Little Brother
Patience, Patience..
Take each other by the hand..

The blonde exhaled, it was almost her turn to get on the ice. Not only was Erin Allen one of the best dancers in the state of California, but she was one of the most talented ice skaters as well. Everyone who knew about skating knew her name; she was a legend in the making. A graceful, beautiful legend. “And now…. You all know her… The amazing, the outrageous, the sweetest little girl in California… Erin Poetry Allen!” With that introduction Erin slid onto the ice, waving at the cheering crowd and stopping in the middle of the ice.

Suddenly all of the lights went out and Erin squatted down, her arms out but then the music started and she shot out. The blonde glided along the side of the rink before jumping into the air, spinning, and landing on my foot, her other leg outstretched as she began to spin in circles quickly. As her speed increased she pulled her leg in and crossed her arms over her chest.

The writings on the wall. There's nothin' to say anymore. So I'll leave before I fall apart.. Right back into your arms. The writings on the wall. You gave nothin' and I gave it at all. But I want something better. I won't let this burden bring me down.

And then she dug her heal into the ice and came to a jolting stop, moving her arms gracefully in the air and then she moved them out in front of her before turning again. Her silver dress flew up, revealing her black spandex underneath. She did a few more flips and turns before stopping in the middle of the rink once again and bowing, beautifully with a roaring crowd and its feet.

“Erin Poetry Allen, everyone!” The announcer stepped onto the ice, Erin’s cue to glide off of it. And when she did she was instantly surrounded by girls, fawning over her gorgeous performance and how phenomenal it had been. She thanked them, signed a few autographs, and then rushed into the hall. She sat on the first bench she saw and tugged off her skates, massaging her aching feet. Most of the people were still inside, watching the next performing, there was only a couple of people in the hallway but they all seemed to give her approving glances.

[phoenix james allen]

Phoenix and Mikkeala waited backstage. Mikki didn't understand what her brother had in mind, as to what the hell they were doing there. But Phoenix knew, and wouldn't share. He knew something about one of the contestants, Erin. Mikki was frustrated with her twin, about ready to drag him out of the place, when they saw her emerge into the area.

The pair were far enough away that she might not notice them, but Phoenix knew it was her, with her light blonde hair. "Phoenix, what are we doing here?" He shot her an annoyed look. "If you don't want to be here, then leave. There's something I need to do." Mikkeala looked hurt, but her brother (whom she's only known a few years) knew better. She was just acting again, for sympathy, something that annoyed Phoenix to no end.

Phoenix turned away from his sister and strode towards the young blonde who had just came off the ice. He put on a smile, and called out to her. "Erin!" He said. "First of all, I just wanted to say, you did wonderful." He leaned against a wall, a bit like he may be trying to hit on her. But of course he wasn't. He needed information, and only she would have the knowledge he wanted. "Sencond, I had to ask you something. You look really familiar, do I know you from somewhere?"

Mikki hung back and watched Phoenix. She wondered what he could be doing. If she didn't find out now, she'd get it out of him when they got home. But her curiosity got the better of her. She sauntered over casually like she knew what she was doing. She stood beside her much taller brother and stared at the girl near them, assesing her. "Hi," she smiled. "I'm his sister. Can I ask what's going on?"

Phoenix sighed. "If you must know, I was just wondering if I knew Miss Erin here. She looks oddly familiar to me. Is that okay, Mikki?" He turned back to Erin, waiting for a response.

[erin poetry allen]

Erin’s head snapped up hearing her name, she was surprised to see a guy walking toward her with some chic on his heels. “Wow thanks,” she laughed, flashing the dark haired man with one of her winning smiles. Not flirtatious, just warm and welcoming. She stood as he got closer, running a hand through her hair. “You’re the first to compliment me – well technically no your not. There’s a ton of people screaming out there.” She laughed again. Clearly, her adrenaline hadn’t gone down yet. She was still stoked. “Not that I’m conceited I just – ugh – can’t talk.”

She looked him up and down, trying to find an answer to his second question. He didn’t look familiar, did he? Dark hair, tanned skin… he could be anyone in Daeland. And his sister? Nope, nothing. She just looked too gorgeous to be real. “Sorry, I really can’t remember seeing either of you anywhere.” The blonde bit her lip and tied her hands behind her back. “But I’m about to go to dinner; seeing my scores right after just kills me and I love the adrenaline after a show so I’ll just get the scores later. You two want to come?” She leaned down and grabbed her skates from the floor by the laces. “My treat?” she offered, flashing another beautiful grin.