I am reminded of a story. The second night Christina tried to usurp my position of general fabulousness. We were hanging out in an alleyway behind a roller rink. We had just finished an awesome skate routine to "We like the cars (the cars that go boom)." I was Tigra, and she was Bunny. It was our tightest number. The lasers were in sync and the pyrotechnics went off without a hitch. I was winded after the seven consecutive spins I had completed as the finale, and was trying to catch my breath. She said that I had a little bit of makeup on my teeth. I laughed at the idea! Me, with lipstick on my teeth, laughable. I knew she was trying to get to me. Just trying to look for cracks to dig into. She said it again, and then moved towards me, as if to remove the non-existent lipstick. I pushed her down and laughed.
"You will NEVER be as pretty as me!" I yelled down to her. I think she started to cry, so I smacked her. "Its time for the encore, get up and stop your crocodile tears!" The pulsing beat of JJ Fad started to reverberate off the walls. I begrudgingly offered my hand to pick her up.
We went out and skated a mean routine. Starlight Express had nothing on us! But then I saw them. The faces in the crowd... laughing. Laughing at me! I chocked back a sob and missed a step. Why were they laughing!?! I screamed out in my head. I couldn't take it anymore, and I bolted for my dressing room.
Then I saw it. Sitting in front of the mirror, checking my fabulousness, I saw a smudge of Revlon Red#65 on my left incisor. That bitch! She set me up! She knew... all along! Thats when I sacked her and replaced her with a younger Mary Lou Retton.
