Chapter 4

“They’re gonna do it!” the announcer squealed. And the crowd, the crowd went wild—screeching, stomping, cheering. As Erika tore through the air, did four revolutions, then came down, every single person there, spectators, commentators, and reporters, had gotten to their feet. Erika had, too—both of them, though, not just one.

Fuck!Tom Alan knew she had thought it.

“Fuck!” Nobuo had said it out loud.

They received a small deduction on the landing but got huge points for finishing the rotation.

Now, as they became known as “The Quad Flip Kids,” the pressure was really on to do it even better in Canada. If they got another gold, they’d be off to Japan—surrogate home ice—for that year’s Grand Prix Final. The international judges would be paying close attention to them after that, which would bode well for Sochi.

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“It is a must that we improve our second marks,” Kyoko stressed. “We cannot depend only on tricks. Especially when those tricks are not dependable.”