Spain was the third country I’d go to so far, and maybe also my favourite. The language was one I’d fallen in love with during the Eurovision journey, and the country itself was almost indescribable.
Tonight was my first show, and in between interviews and promoting, I had found the time to explore a bit more. My stay during Eurovision had been rushed and left me with too little time to look around.
I walked down the beach, when I spot someone familiar.
“Hey Manel!” I called out to him, but got no reaction.
Wait, that is Manel, right?
I walk closer to where I thought Manel was sitting, and came to the conclusion that it was in fact Manel and I hadn’t just embarrassed myself in front of everyone here.
Although it sure looked like I did.
I call his name again, but he doesn’t answer.
I decide to walk over to him, and that’s when I notice. He’s not his being his happy, bubbly self, but instead, is crying.
I don’t say anything at first. Partly because I don’t know what to say and partly because I’m not entirely sure he wants me here.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I decide to say.
“It’s nothing.” He eventually says, after he’s wiped away his tears and shot me a fake smile.
“I don’t want to be rude or anything, but you’re probably not crying over ‘nothing’.“ I say cautiously, not sure of how he will react.
He doesn’t answer.
“I mean, you don’t have to tell me, but I’m here now.” I say and shrug my shoulders.
“Yeah, why are you here?” Manel asks curiously.
I pretend to be offended, “Do you not keep track of my social medias? I’m on my tour across Europe.”
“Oh crap! I didn’t know Spain was so early on your list. I’m sorry.” he apologises.
“Yeah, my first show is tonight. You should come.” I offer.
“Thanks.” he says. “Really.”
“No need to thank me for that, I love having my friends at my shows.” I say and wave it off.
“Not for that, for, you know.” He says and waves his hands around.
“Oh.” I say, before I realise what he means, “OH, that, no problem.” I say, and lay one arm over his shoulders.
“So, you coming tonight?”
“Of course I’m coming. I’m not going to miss your show here.” He says
“Well, you DID forget that I was going to even be here, so.. you never know.” I joke, and I see Manel smiling.
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OOC INFO →
Name/Alias: Princess Consuela Banana Hammock.
Age (16+ please): 394.
Timezone: Narnia.
Activity Level: Like a 1, maybe 1/2.
IC INFO →
Name: Sugar Motta.
Ships: Sugar/Chemistry.
Anti Ships: Sugar/No Chemistry.
Bio (minimum 200 words):
Sugar Christine Motta was born into a rich family with a lavish house in the state of Illinois, and from the day she was born she was a typical daddy’s girl. She was always by his side when she was growing up, clinging to his leg at any kind of function or event. She’d never really connected to her mother, who was more interested in her older sister Honey than Sugar. But Sugar didn’t mind that, because as much as her mother tried, even from a young age, she wasn’t into the flowery dresses and pretty hair bands that Honey was. No, Sugar was more of a tomboy, and that meant that the tense relationship with her mother was strained even more.
Sugar’s mother was music sensation Janette Motta, who’s nineties hit ‘Lovin Me’ meant that she didn’t have to release any other single. Janette’s talent was something that she hoped was passed on to her daughters Sugar and Honey, but just like the dresses and make up, Sugar wasn’t interested in becoming a music star like her mother. Instead, she wanted follow in her father’s footsteps, and become a powerful gymnast like he had been, and hopefully make her way to the national team, just as he had done when he was in his peak.
The first day that Sugar walked into the gym, she knew that she was where she was meant to be. Her father was there to support her, like he has been for her whole life, and knowing that he was there on the side lines to cheer her on and give her all of the support and help that she needed to get to where she wanted to be. Yes, his gymnastics might have been different to the events that she was training for, but it was just having somebody’s support that spurred her on to become a better gymnast. Since her mother so busy focussing on Honey, Sugar was given the motivation that she needed to become a great gymnast. She wanted to be able to make her mother proud of her and actually take notice of what she was doing.
As she turned fourteen, Sugar devoted herself full time to the gym, in the hopes of becoming an elite gymnast. She trained at the gym for twelve hours a day, six times a week, with strict controls on what she was and wasn’t allowed to do. The only socializing took place at the gym or gym organised events, and there was a strict no dating policy, as well as a strict diet that she had to stick to if she really hoped that she was going to reach her dream of becoming part of the national team.
When Sugar turned eighteen, her gym hosted a number of different meets and invited a lot of scouts to come and see their star gymnast compete. However, the first time that the scouts came, Sugar choked. She tried to use a dismount that she’d never used before on the uneven bars, and she ended up flat on her back, and unable to continue with the meet. Naturally, Sugar was devastated, and her mother was right on the other side of the world when it happened, and stayed there, until Sugar was well enough to compete once more. This time though, Sugar was prepared, and she spent even more time in the gym than normal so that she was able to land that dismount perfectly by the time that the agents came back.
Needless to say, Sugar nailed it, as well as the rest of her events. Her vault was shaky, but since that was always her weakest event, she had it in her mind that it was the one she needed to focus on before she went off to a specialist gym, where the scouts had come from. It wasn’t long before Sugar was invited to join a fantastic gym; NYC Elite. Naturally she accepted, and moved away from Illinois to the great city, leaving everything behind her in the dust.
Sugar and her father are still as close as ever, exchanging Skype calls as much as possible, and him coming to the gym whenever he’s in the city on business really helps keep her motivation up as much as possible. NYC Elite isn’t as strict with the rules as her old gym, and the amount of training that they do is up to the individual and how much they actually want to be there. It meant that for the first time in a long time, Sugar was allowed a social life outside of the gym, and that meant friends that she wasn’t constantly competing against. It was like things were looking up for her.
Her father had hoped that she would focus solely on her gymnastics while she was in the city, but Sugar had other things on her mind. She wasn’t naïve, she knew that most gymnasts didn’t make it to where she wanted to be, so she decided to work on a back up plan. During her spare time, Sugar is taking online classes at NYU university to become a sports psychologist, something that she thinks that she might be good at after her career as a gymnast or if it doesn’t work out.
Being a fresh-faced eighteen year old means only one thing: she’s at the peak of her career, and if she doesn’t make it to World’s this year, it’s the end of her career.
