Erik at "Practice"

Erik WAS at the ice skating rink, but only to meet someone. He looked around, and then saw her. His heart melted. Christine was sitting, in a skirt and blouse, at the snack bar. Smiling as she drank her smoothie. She was so beautiful. He walked over. "Hey..." She turned around, and beamed. She hugged him. "So glad you came...alright...ready?" Her father had been a famous sweedish vilolinist, and he had died when She was only seven. She now was a chorus girl at the local theatre, but loved singing. He had been training her voice for about 2 years now. SHe lived with a strict, but kind middle aged woman and her daughter, meg giry. He smiled. "All right, you ready?" She nodded, and walked with him to a little old pub. It was closed, but the kind old man who owned it would let him use the old piano, so he could help work with her voice. She started singing. She was working to get a bigger range. She had started with a two octave range, and now had a 4 octave range. She sung beautifuly. He loved it so much. He had the biggest crush on her, but she would never like him like that...he was not good enough for her...and he knew it.

HA! i am AMAZING!

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