Unnecessary pattern

Disclaimer!

Everything that happens in this fan fiction is only entertaining. Almost all coincidences with real people are accidental.

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      Tell me, did you have such a feeling when you stand in front of the entrance to the parquet floor, when you are surrounded by your competitors, you catch a lot of reproachful and evil looks that trample your personality with shit and make you “low”. Your insides contract, creating a slight pain in your chest, and your hand involuntarily squeezes the hand of the girl who is standing next to you. Your breathing quickens, your eyes begin to burn, and cold sweat rolls down your temple, and you yourself are as if in euphoria mixed with fear. All sounds: music, conversations, shouts, applause are muffled, merging into one cacophony that begins to cut the ear. You are unable to distinguish between the words of your partner, who is trying to calm your clouded mind, or the coach, who is trying to convey some information.       But now, everything subsides, the music stops playing, the solemn voice of the announcer sounds, who pronounces the number of your call, and unpleasant sensations are taken away by a drop of sweat that has just fallen from your forehead. You feel a surge of strength, a slight inspiration, you no longer squeeze the hand of a girl in a ball gown, and her voice becomes legible and as soft as it was before.       You go out onto a well-lit parquet floor, all the sounds around you fade away, creating a languid silence of expectation, the pounding of your hearts reaches your ears, it gradually begins to accelerate and synchronize with your breathing and your partner.       And so, the music turns on.       It fills your ears, causing a kind of awe that has not burst out for so long. And the brain turns off; you see, hear, realize, but your body, caught up by the sounds around, rushes forward. The muscles in your arms and legs are starting to go numb, because you’ve already had twenty-five dances behind your shoulders, and you’re in the semifinals.       And again the music begins to fade, the voice of the announcer breaks the void that was created due to the lack of melody. The frantic beating of the heart gives you in the temples and it seems that the body is about to turn off from fatigue. Putting all your efforts in order not to seem tired, you leave the parquet to the faint applause of the audience. You didn’t impress them.       The coach grabs your hand and drags you to the farthest corner, the tailcoat presses on you and lies heavy on your shoulders. I want to take it off.       — What the fuck was that?! — coach’s face threatens to kill you. You can read it in his compressed eyebrows, between which creases form, and eyes that are filled with blood. — Where’s the music?! What is it?! What the fuck were you doing out there?! — his gaze runs over your face, trying to find something. You don’t know what to answer, you don’t need excuses. The coach’s lips begin to tremble, as if saying: “You can’t go any further!” His gaze shifts to the girl standing next to him. “What the hell were you doing there?” Why did he wear you on the floor?       — I-I… — the partner’s eyes fill with tears, grief and resentment overwhelm her, but not at the coach, but at the one who is guilty of this — at herself. Only she, herself, is to blame for this, herself… All those times when you offered to work out in the gym a little more, now they played a big joke on her.       And so, the words that you would not like to hear come out of the teacher’s mouth:       — Wait for the results, but I doubt that you will go further…       Yes, I am the worst dancer in this world, in my opinion, of course. At the age of nineteen and a bit, I have achieved nothing in this life. Vlad, who once insisted that dancing was his life, now stands and doubts the words spoken seven years ago.       Hopelessness. This word literally describes my whole life. There were many failures, but very few ups. And now I’m literally climbing a sheer cliff, from which I’m about to fall. I don’t have insurance, because it ended a week ago, and if something happens, my life may become unprofitable.       Champion of Russia… How many attempts were there?.. What did I want to achieve with this?.. What for? What for? Why? With each attempt, this question sounded louder, louder, and louder… Until he became a storm that broke me from the inside. She pressed on the brain, tried to break, destroy, kill, destroy. Make me fall…       And only two people were able to drive her away. How ironic that one of them is my enemy. Even though he fell off after sixteen meters. I have to be at the top, at least for him, for his coach, for his mother…       But how did it happen? How did I come to such conclusions? How did you even come here and climb so high? These questions still excite my brain, causing a slight taste of nausea and the effect of goose bumps on my back. My brain is plunging into the abyss of secrets, in which I see a lot…       The last change of the partner that happened about six months ago. That day I finally found something new in my life, as if the girl standing next to me had opened some kind of door in me, which was closed with a huge copper bolt. But that’s not it…       The first broken heart… I don’t even want to remember. It was painful to realize that.       His smile…       — Vlad. The voice sounded a little like the bells that were playing in the catacombs. — Vlad! The scream pulled me out of my memories. It was Alina.       — Sorry, I was thinking.       — We’re through! Passed! — I couldn’t believe those words. “No! It’s not true!” — I wanted to shout back so that she would stop her jokes.       My mind erased all memories of how I got to the screen, which was at the other end of the hall; there was no shortness of breath, many thanks to Katya for that, it was not for nothing that she brutalized me. But the look was still hysterically rushing all over the screen, trying to identify the lies that my partner told me.

29. Sun. Adults

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172!

I passed?

I passed!

Passed!

I am!

Mom!

Mom!

Mommy!

      

I was able to…

Mom.

Mom.

You’re not in vain,

Mom.

Mom. I did it,

as promised.

Mom…

Sorry

Mommy…

I did.

I proved…

But, to whom?

Mom,

It’s a pity,

that you don’t see this.

172 is the number that started it all. 172 — the number where it all ended… 172 — the number that I hated became a lucky ticket.

      One person. Only one person is to blame for this — the closest one. Ah… there would be an opportunity, I would say all the most flattering epithets, which may be superfluous except for one. You’re too proud.       Andrey, Vlad, Samir, Kirill, Ilya, Maxim, Andrey, Katya, Karina, Daria, Lisa…       It’s not all the people who kept me afloat. And you, reader, are one of them, even though I don’t know your name, but believe me, it would be at the very first place in a small list in my head.       — Is that it? Are you convinced? Alina raised her voice a little. I chained her in my arms, pressed her to me and did not want to let go. — Hush, hush. Let me go, or you’ll get your dress dirty.       — Don’t give a shit, the tournament continues on Saturday. Wash it. Especially since you don’t like it.       — Well, it used to be… — the girl began to deny, but I didn’t listen to her. So three minutes passed, a lot of people passed by and paid attention to us, some were unhappy with such a sight, but I didn’t care about it. — That’s it, let’s calm down. Otherwise I’ll bite. Get ready to go home. — So I wanted to start resisting, but — And without any buts! We still have to go to the store. Forgot something?       — Wait, why?       — My God, my mom told me that my partner is an idiot,” she mumbled, “you’ve run out of milk in your coffee.       “How could this get out of my head?” — thoughts flashed. This question and the state into which I fell was strange for some, because the dilemma asked interrupted all those experiences that happened just a couple of minutes ago, completely blocking my vision. I was in total darkness, completely out of the world. Panic came over me, because every sound was distorted, creating strange gibberish, which I seemed to be able to translate. But this often happened in my head, so the brain began to get out of a terrible state for me much faster.       My brain finally started functioning normally. My partner’s worried face appeared before my eyes.       — Again? “what is it?” she asked, peering in with her laminarium, neat eyes that were painted with dark eyeliner.       — Again. — I tried to make my voice a little more cheerful, but, as usual, it didn’t work out. Looking around, I noticed myself sitting on the floor, unable to move a single muscle. “Is it because of the running, or because of the tournament? Maybe because of a “seizure”?”, — flashed through my head. Having discarded such thoughts, I looked into Alina’s face again. — Let’s go change and look in the shop.       — And why? — the gaze was already directed towards the locker room.       — We’ll buy something, like those earrings you wanted. Or a pendant in the form of lezv…       — No suspensions in the form of a blade! Alina exclaimed, anger could be read in the tense muscles on her neck.        — Okay, no blades, — I agreed with her, finally finding the strength to get up from my knees, although not without the help of the best partner, after Natasha, of course. — Maximum BDSM chains, teeth of wild animals, or you can buy some kind of Abc and an amazing belt, — I deliberately distorted the word, while focusing on this. Her laughter rang out at first, it was so sonorous and velvety, as if I could touch it.       — That’s all you need. — Soon he infected me, too, and we laughed with her until the stomach cramps and tears came out. Tears'…