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In the corner of Johnny’s eye, Evan gets up and starts pacing.
“Try this, oui? The weight, it is shifted,” Stephane says. “You are same height, but different centre de gravité. Just remember to hold tight and let the rotation happen. You have landed this a million times before, Johnny.”
Stephane smiles, and reaches out for a hug. Johnny accepts it for only a second before stepping back, out of his warm arms. Stephane looks surprised.
“Let it happen,” Johnny recites, skating backwards, not making eye contact. “Right.”
It helps, a little. So does Brian’s contribution to the alignment of Johnny’s shoulders. Still, ten triples later, Johnny hasn’t made one clean landing and everything is starting to ache.
On the sidelines, Evan looks…oddly pale, like he’s seen a ghost in Johnny’s jumps. Johnny ignores it.
Evgeni blows the whistle after the tenth fall, beckoning Johnny over with the crook of a finger. Johnny sighs. Really?
“Visualize the face of the enemy. He is next to you, jumping. You must jump higher, higher than him,” Evgeni says in Russian, eyes flitting sideways to the boards. “You must jump higher, you must, to win. You must push harder!”
Johnny nods.
On the next pass, Johnny thinks about Evan, and the first thought that comes to mind is sitting in the Kiss-and-Cry in Torino, stunned and struggling to breathe, seeing Johnny Weir come up, not in first, not in second, not even a medal, no. Seeing Johnny Weir come up below Evan Lysacek and tasting blood.
Johnny pushes harder and holds tighter and keeps the shoulders aligned and-it’s two-footed, but it’s solid, so Johnny exhales and tries again.
2007 Nationals, only a point behind Evan, but then the free-and standing in third on the podium, two below Evan and his perfect quad-triple, ass still bruised from the fall on the triple flip-and okay, Evgeni might be onto something, because this one is cleaner, almost a solid, one-foot landing, and it feels good.
Then it’s making a big loop to clear Stephane and Brian before trying again, and “What he does is his own business, and it’s very different from how I conduct myself” and that’s the best yet, only barely compensating on the landing by sinking into the knee.
2008 Nationals, and fuck them all for holding back that .01 of a point, because I earned it and-it’s clean, leg out, and Johnny almost trips after the landing from shock. From barely a double-toe in St. Petersburg to a clean triple in Moscow-Johnny grins, can’t help it, because it feels awesome.
On the sidelines, Stephane is clapping and Brian has a quiet smile lighting up his eyes. Evgeni even looks satisfied, and he only makes Johnny do six more (just enough, Johnny thinks, for Grand Prixes and 09 and 10 Nationals, and two for Vancouver, rage clearing out a little bit more with every clean landing sliced into the ice).
Then it’s twenty minutes of spins and footwork, much easier now that Johnny’s been skating and getting back into the movements.
Evgeni blows the whistle one final time, and this time it’s less grating and more just hilarious.
“Thank you,” Johnny whispers, veins thrumming in satisfaction as they climb off the ice. “I mean it. You didn’t have to do this. Help me. And I-thank you,” Johnny finishes, trying to stop before the tears come.
“You are one of us,” Evgeni says simply, in English, just loud enough for the others to hear.
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