He gives me a nod and I jump into my mount. Bentley’s already adjusting the bars to my settings, chalking the high bar for me. Thinking about all the conversations that we won’t have.Īlicia, another Team USA member, finishes her warm-up bar routine, signaling that it’s my turn to charge up the steps. My chest tightens, thinking about my parents. And then I’d Google image search the band and ask when I’d be allowed to tattoo my body to show my passion for gymnastics. Or he’d reference some rock band from his time that I’ve never heard of, but were apparently famous for “sticking it to the man,” and lecture me about how they performed despite negativity because they believed in their music so strongly. He’d have the perfect joke about this crowd’s animosity toward Team USA to loosen me up. My lawyer father often walked into courtrooms with half the room hating his guts. It gets a bit uncomfortable when those two things don’t line up. The Canadians over on floor exercise are stirring up loud cheers from the full-house crowd and there’s a Brazilian gymnast on vault whose name is screamed from the stands at least once a minute. Hopefully, I can get through a bar routine without an emergency run to the bathroom. We’ve been here two weeks and my digestive system is just now going back to normal. I rub my knuckles over the front of my blue and white Team USA leotard, making sure not to ruin the perfect chalk-job I did on my grips. Both are wearing identical warm-ups and have gold medals hanging around their necks. My gaze travels up the stands until I spot Blair and Ellen, my younger teammates who train at my gym in St. I’m gonna nail it and then no UCLA this month. I pace in front of the chalk bowl, blowing air through my cheeks. He’s right beside her, giving corrections and advice quietly, making large gestures with his hands. Of course this set up only happens at major elite gymnastics competition. Each of the four pieces of equipment gets its own podium to sit on so the crowd has a good view of each performance.
“I get the veteran label.” I swallow back the fear and shake out my arms.īentley rushes up to the competition stage as Stevie lands her dismount.
If you screw up, it’s no big deal, but after this-” “The National Team committee wants you here for the experience. He cracks a smile, but his focus is one hundred percent devoted to Stevie, who’s finishing up her routine. I could use a few notes from the former World Champion. I inhale and nod, staring straight ahead. I’m leaning over the chalk bowl, reminding myself to breathe, and watching my oldest teammate, Stevie Davis, warm up her routine when Coach Bentley comes up behind me, resting his hands on my shoulders. So naturally, that’s exactly where Team USA is starting for Day One of the Pan American championships. Help Audrey to be in time to save her missing husband from horrible death.If I had to pick one event I’d rather not begin with during my very first senior international competition, it would be uneven bars. Despite this, she keeps on and collects diary pages of a person whose mistake cost many lives. Everything seems to be against her – the town, the time, the cats. After getting closer to the cryptic place of sacrifice, Audrey has to gain her courage and continue the investigation in the mysterious town of Nowhere. The wind is howling and cats are hissing in Letters from Nowhere 2. Help her gather all the mystic diary pages and confront the evil searching, spotting, and solving puzzles in this catching hidden object game. The town of Nowhere is calling for you! Audrey is about finding the truth.
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