I was always nervous before any performance, yeah I had won like a dozen competitions over my career, so I don’t know why I was always so anxious. I had fallen in love with gymnastics when I was little, the leotards were so pretty and the balance of the people I watched on tv was beautiful. It was something I needed to do.

I was rushing through the halls of my university to get to the change room for my performance when I crashed into someone, landing right on my ass. “Shit, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” I looked up as I rubbed my backside, it was the girl I had bumped into. She was tall and wearing a sweater of a university a state over, she must be a transfer. I took her hand and let her help me back onto my feet, where she chuckled lightly. “Where were you heading in such a hurry?” I flushed red, looking up at her. Alright, I could totally take a couple minutes to talk to this gorgeous girl.