Ciri almost felt like it's in....a dream or something. At least an altered state. Her focus was 100% on the task. When the signal was given for her to begin, she was an artist, and her body was the canvas. With small, perfectly timed movements, she managed to not only execute the move better than her closest competitor, but quicker and more sure-footed, too. Once she had landed again after having finished all routines, there were a few moments where she didn't know what was going on. Why were everyone silent? Had she managed to fuck up somehow, anyway?
It had felt like time stood still, though in reality it'd likely only been a few seconds, before deafening roars of applause were heard, and Ciri blushed, jumping off the beam and doing a polite curtsy towards teh judges and a bow to the audience, heading over to the couch to await the result.
She did not have to wait long. A perfect 10 from all judges, except one who made it 9,9. Ciri would later find out that that particular judge never gave 10 as a matter of principle, because 10 was perfection and no one was perfect.
But still, it was miles beyond what her closest rival had gotten, and Ciri was intelligent enough to figure out the result as soon as the judge's numbers were in. She completely lost it, first breaking down in tears of joy, and then pacing around for a few moments not knowing what to do with herself.
When the small trophy was handed to her, Ciri sniffled again and held it close to her heart.
After she'd eventually showered and changed into normal clothes, Ciri rushed out of the changing rooms to find Daniel. She was completely on cloud nine now! When she saw him, he was speaking with someone she didn't know, and she kept in the background a bit. Didn't want to intrude. But she was definitely very, very happy and very, very exited!
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