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Linda: May I introduce my daughter Sasha to you? Elvis, this is Sasha, Sasha, as you probably already know, this is Elvis Stojko!
WHAAAAT?????????? Sasha couldn’t believe it. Elvis Stojko stood in front of her....THE Elvis Stojko......the Canadian icegod!
Sasha shook in trance hands with him and greeted him with quiet voice.
Sasha: Hi Mr. Stojko! Nice to meet you!
As a result he replied with the most staggering smile that Sasha had ever seen:
Elvis: Hi Sasha! It's my pleasure to meet you! But please don't call m Mr. Stojko, I'm Elvis, ok Sasha?
Sasha: Oh….I'm sorry…..Mr. …ahm…..Elvis!
… Sasha stammered and wished to disappear in the ground.
She talked like the last fool, she felt how the redness went on her cheeks......and Elvis gave her a disarming smile. How he looked at her with his beautiful brown eyes.....Sasha could hardly think a clear thought. She didn't know whether she should kill Linda for it or should fall gratefully before her on her knees. She had to say something now. Slowly she had the feeling to have herself under control a bit better again and so she said:
Sasha: I think I have to apologize for my strange behavior but…..I'm so excited to meet you Elvis!
What followed then would have let Sasha almost fall in unconsciousness, because he replied:
Elvis: Kein Problem, ich doch auch!
IN GERMAN! This man was unbelievable! And how he looked at her by saying these words...archly but also very dear.....it was like melting away....
Well informed, how Sasha was about her icegod, she combined hair-keenly that he had to have picked up a few German words from his former trainer Uschi Keßler, who came from Germany. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! She was short about to fall on the ground like the 2 rockers from „Wayne's World “and to shout out „I’m not worthy, I’m not worthy!“. But fortunately Linda's intervention prevented the worst. While Sasha still stared fascinated smiling at Elvis, Linda said:
Linda: As you know, Sasha, Elvis quit the competitive figure skating 3 years ago. In thesis 3 years he learned how to become a choreographer. He wants to teach the young skaters what he has learned in his life. And he decided to work with m of ace my co-choreographer from today on. I'm very proud about this fact and I hope for a very good and long lasting cooperation with Elvis. What do you say, Sasha?
Sasha had heard each word, nevertheless she had problems to understand what she had said. Elvis Stojko wanted to become Lindas co-choreographer? CRAZINESS! She had expected everything today, but this was nearly too much. And nevertheless it was the truth.
Before Sasha could get a scream-cramp, she remembered that Linda had asked her a question.
Sasha: What? Ahm…..to be honest, I'm pretty speechless!
…..she replied with an apologetic gaze in Elvis ' direction. Because of her disarming honesty he gave her such a charming smile Stephane wouldn’t have been able to do it better.
Elvis: Sasha, you're too sweet! I hope you often come to our training to watch what we're doing!
Sasha: I'm afraid you'll see me more often than you'll like it!
….. Sasha replied, picking the last remains of her self-control together.
She felt like a lovesick teenager who faces its favourite boygroup....it was so embarrassing!
But Elvis replied laughing:
Elvis: Ah Sasha! You're sweet AND funny! You don't have to worry, I never get tired of seeing charming women! I'm really looking forward to see you here as often as possible, Sasha! Do you promise to come every day? Just to please me!
Sasha: Mr…ahm….Elvis, I'll try to bother you both as much as I can but I have to work, so I can't promise you to see my funny face every day….but I'll work on it!
And again he laughed his heartily, friendly laughter.
Now, Linda indicated the wish to speak again.
Linda: Sasha, I'd suggest you introduce Elvis to the skaters as their new choreographer. Only if Elvis doesn't mind, of course…..
She looked inquiring at Elvis.
Elvis: Oh no, Linda, no problem. It's my pleasure to be introduced by such a nice young lady!
With the last words, he winked at Sasha.
And once more the incomparable Elvis-smile.
And once more Sasha felt how the blood came on her cheeks, and she didn't know whether she should pray that the ground opens under her feet and might devour her mercifully or that somebody stopped the time for her so she would be able to look forever into these glistening, brown eyes.
Linda declared both, that she had still to take care of some office stuff and would join them later.
When Elvis and Sasha left the office, Sasha turned around to her mom who threw a triumphant gaze at her which Sasha answered with the „Thumbs up!“- sign.
Thousands thoughts shot through Sashas head.
What should she do or say without feeling even more embarrassing. And all at once they were there again, stronger than ever before: the complexes because of her figure that simply didn't correspond to the current beauty-ideal. They almost flooded her. She tried not to let them get her down. Nevertheless, she didn’t kid herself. This man could choose his girlfriends. As far as she could remember, he even had one. This she had taken to knowledge 1994 in the „FOX on Ice Special “- interview with regret. But at that time, it didn't bother her as much as today because at that time she would have explained everyone for madly who would have said that she would ever experience him skin-near. Sasha had seen many competitions on the spot but it wasn’t grudged her to be present during his best time. She still went to school at that time, after that came the education as a graphic-designer. Sasha had extremely regretted this. She was fascinated from the Canadian.
He was so charismatic.
His jumps were so powerful.
His landings so dreamily sure.
His skating so expressively.
She simply raved about him. Sasha couldn’t say exactly if she had avoided it consciously to be at a competition, where he lined up with as well. She was always a very good pupil, therefore it would have been no problem to be freed for 1 or 2 weeks from school. Yes, the more she thought about it she realized that she had hidden behind her school books. From him. And in retrospective it was probably better that way. My God, today she had made a complete fool of herself, according to her opinion, with her 29 years, what kind of stupidity she would have done with 18? Linda hadn’t also understood it at that time. She had been aware of of course that Sasha idolized Elvis, but she had respected her decision not to come along to these competitions.
And now? Now, Sasha went down the stairway wordlessly, at her side her absolute figure skating-idol. She desperately searched for a way how to start an inconsequential conversation.
The thought finally to have to say something had kept Elvis busy, too. And so it came that both wanted to start the small talk simultaneously.
Elvis: Sasha, how...?
Sasha: Elvis, when...?
Amazed about their obviously same thoughts both looked at each other for a moment. How was that...2 souls, 1 thought?! Then, they started both to laugh. It was a heartily and above all liberating laughter, because now the ice had finally broken.
Sasha: Oh…sorry, Elvis, what do you wanted to say?
Elvis: Oh no, Sasha, ladies first!
Sasha: But you’re the guest!
Elvis: And I'm a gentleman!
And there it was again, this mischievous grin that had almost drove her crazy in the office. Resistance useless! So here we go.
Sasha: So you’re a gentleman? Ok, I’ll remember you of this fact if you should ever forget it! What I wanted to ask was, when did you decide to become a choreographer?
Elvis: Oh, that was right after the Olympic Games 2002. I realized that my competitive career had come to an end but I wanted to give my knowledge to the next generation of figure skaters. So it was a small step to start learning how to teach choreography. Then I had heard about the achievements of your mother and I wanted to start as a choreographer with a great trainer and that’s your mom. I called her if she wanted to work with me and fortunately, she agreed. So here I am, Sasha!
Sasha: I thank you on behalf of my mom for your compliments! I think it was a great idea from you to come to us…and it was even greater from my mom to agree!
Oh girl, can’t you shut up your mouth for once in your lifetime? Why don’t you cling your arms around him, stupid girl!
Ok, distract quickly!
Sasha: Ahm….what about your question, Elvis?
Puuh, rescued great, Sasha!
Elvis: What? Ahm….oh yes. I wanted to ask: how did you come to Canada? Please don’t get me wrong….I mean…your English is perfect but I think I hear a touch of German accent in it!
Now, it was Sasha’s turn to smile.
Sasha: You’re good! But let me guess, you know how that sounds from Uschi, your coach, am I right?
Elvis: Yes, you are!
…. Elvis replied a bit perplexed.
She seemed to be very well informed about him. He didn't know why but the thought pleased him.
Sasha: I had always hoped that one day I would lose this little fault but it seems I haven’t after all these years! But it’s true. My mom and I moved from Germany to Calgary 14 years ago. She had got an offer to coach young skaters here as good as she already did in Germany.
She added with quieter voice:
Sasha: When my grandma died in 1991 we had nothing more to lose….no relatives, no closer friends…so we decided to face the challenge!
Sasha tried to smile but she didn't succeed completely. Elvis looked at her and felt that it was difficult for her to talk about it. She had to have loved her grandmother very much, he thought. And how sad her normally so happy, beautiful, green eyes had become...this gave him a sting in his heart. He wanted to see her sweet smile again and so he tried to distract her.
Elvis: And how do you like it here in Canada, especially here in Calgary?
Gratefully for the topic-change, she answered:
Sasha: Oh I just love Canada, it’s such a great place to live, and the landscape is breathtaking beautiful. And Calgary is the most incredible city to live. I really do enjoy being here. There’s nowhere else on earth I’d rather be!
With contentment Elvis determined that her eyes glistened again just as enthusiastically as in the office a moment ago.
Meanwhile, the two had arrived at the ice rink. Elvis looked around a bit uncomfortable.
Sympathetically, she asked:
Sasha: Are you nervous, Elvis?
Elvis: A little bit, Sasha. But deep inside I know I don’t have to…’cause you’re by my side…and …ahm….I’m sure you introduce me the right way to the skaters, Sasha!
Oooops, what was this? Sasha looked directly into his eyes to see that he had done a joke, that his mischievous grin appeared on his face again. But she discovered none of these indications, in the opposite, she read a deep honesty in his face for each word that he had said. He looked her also directly in the eyes, with open gaze and a sincere smile, that would have been able to bring an iceberg to the meltdown. What should she think of it? This almost sounded like a.....no, that couldn’t be! If SHE had made a love-explanation to him, well, but HE to her? Oh no, girl, there’s the wish the father of the thought in your mind again! But this gaze...how was this old saying? Brown eyes are dangerous but in the love honest! No, Sasha, don’t kid yourself, furthermore he has a certainly beautiful, slim girlfriend, therefore he’s only friendly to you inconspicuous tubby girl, enough!
Arriving at the edge of the rink fortunately kept Sasha from an answer or reaction on which Elvis just had said. Still a bit confused she called all of Lindas proteges together.
Sasha: Hello guys! Could I have your attention for a moment, please?
Immediately, the murmur of the skaters who wondered, stopped.
Sasha: Thank you! I’ve been asked to introduce a new member to our skating family. As you all probably know, this is the great skater Elvis Stojko, multiple World Champion, among lots of other important victories!
Friendly applause started. Inquiring faces looked alternating at themselves, Elvis and Sasha. As the applause had lain down a bit, Sasha continued.
Sasha: But as you can tell, he’s not here just for fun, oh no! Gentlemen, I’m very proud to announce that Elvis “Mr. Quad” Stojko will be from this day on your new co-choreographer!
The inquiring faces brightened and now blustery applause bursted out. Also Sasha slapped enthusiastically although she couldn’t actually believe what she had just told the others. She was also a bit proud of herself that she had done a quite good job with Elvis’ introduction despite her excitement. She went a step back to let Elvis speak now. She looked at him. He smiled back at her gratefully.
Elvis stepped forward. After the waves of the applause had calmed down a bit, he started to speak.
Elvis: Thank you, thank you very much for your warm welcome! And thank you, Sasha for your very nice introduction!
Sasha: It was my pleasure, Elvis!
…. Sasha replied, a bit more quietly, but loud enough so that he heard it.
Elvis: Ahm…as Sasha already mentioned in her very kind way I’m your new co-choreographer. After I quit the competitive figure skating I started to learn how to teach choreography. And I decided to start with the best trainer in Canada: LINDA ANSBACH!
Again the skaters applauded and howled of enthusiasm, because for them Linda was the best which had ever happened to them. They all owed her much. As they had calmed down again, Elvis added:
Elvis: I hope for a very good cooperation. And thank you again for your nice welcome!
And again applause from all sides. At the last words, he looked directly into Sasha eyes which had 1x more the consequence that her cheeks turned red.
This gaze....Lord, give me strength, Sasha thought.
The skaters were truly enthusiastic, because the applause not wanted to finish any more.
Only one was not completely so enthusiastic as the others.
He slapped rather quiet, not as euphoric as the other skaters around him. Sashas gaze had not escaped him. Her smile was different than normally. She seemed to shine from inside out. Tonight, she looked even more enchanting than otherwise and Stephane was sure that this had to do with Elvis ' presence. But he would not resign so quickly. He saw that they were talking. While the other skaters continued with their training, Stephane ran across to the two.
Sasha: You see, you really didn’t have to be nervous! All these people around here are very nice and friendly!
Elvis: I know, Sasha! But if it wasn’t for your charming introduction…I don’t know if it had turned out like that!
Some more red for Sashas cheeks, please!
Sasha: Oh…ahm…I’m sure it had but…thank you, Elvis!
Elvis: Ahm…Sasha…can I invite…
Stephane: Hello, mon petite!
Sasha winced a bit. She looked at Elvis expectantly. She still heard something from invite and then...bang, Stephane stood beside her, she hadn’t heard him come at all. Sasha hated herself for this thought but in this moment she wished Stephane quite far. And what was this „mon petite “-thing? They named themselves only with these pet names, if they were alone as well as with Jeffrey and Sandy. So WHAT please did he want to reach with this?
Sasha: Oh…hi Stephane! Elvis, as you probably know, this is Stephane Lambiel from Switzerland….
Elvis: I know, Sasha. I watched Lindas work since a long time. He became European Champion last year and nearly reached gold at Worlds. Congratulations, by the way, Stephane! Even if they’re belated! You did a great job!
Stephane: Oh, thank you, Mr. Stojko! It was a lot of hard work but Linda and Sasha supported me very much!
He came up to Sasha, put the arm around her waistline and kissed her on the cheek. Sasha didn't know what she should do. So she simply let everything happen.
Elvis had the feeling, that Sasha felt a bit unpleasant, therefore he decided to relax the situation a little.
Elvis: Ahm…Sasha, I think it would be the best if I’d go back to Lindas office to discuss what we do in the next days. Can I hope for you to visit us tomorrow, Sasha?
Sasha: I can’t promise but I’ll try it, Elvis!
Elvis: So see you, Sasha! Bye Stephane!
Stephane: Goodbye, Mr. Stojko!
Sasha: Yes, see you, Elvis! Goodbye!
Elvis shook hands with Sasha and Stephane on parting. While Sasha smiled apologetic, Stephane showed no expression. Elvis went to the stairways, that led up into Linda's office. Sasha looked after him. She didn't know why but the whole situation was embarrassing to her. Furthermore, she was ashamed a bit of Stephane. Elvis had congratulated him on his successes in the last year but Stephane had reacted so cool and rejective on the luck-wishes. At all, his present-day behavior had seemed to her extremely strange. He had nearly exploded their conversation and behaved like a watchdog, like a chaperon. Why did he do this? Sasha would have asked Stephane about it too gladly but she was afraid that this conversation would end up in a dispute and she was too harmony-addicted for that. At all....why should she take on the risk of a dispute with Stephane if she not even knew about what she should be actually evil? Elvis had a girlfriend, enough! And Stephane...well, you can’t demand that each human being finds each sympathetically, he had to handle on the ice with him, all further was private-matter.
Elvis turned around on the stairway once again and looked to Sasha. He had the impression that Sasha didn't feel especially well in Stephanes arms. In this moment, also Sasha looked to him. He waved at her and Sasha waved back. She tried to smile but it seemed to be difficult for her for some reason. But probably it was only Elvis’ imagination.