Lisa was a perfectionist through and through, of course, she would have picked to be a figure skater. She was good, very good. But she would convince herself she wasn't, and that was frustrating. The only way she could keep that frustration away was to practice until she felt her bones lock up and ache. It wasn't good, but the payoff was always seamless. Her red hair starkly contrasted with the ice on the floor, the white ring making her look like a spinning figure of teal and red. She liked wearing bright colors, always wanting to catch someone's eye. It was another perk, being able to choose her competition outfits and look like a glamorous superstar on the ice. She kept trying to make a quad Axel but kept failing, trying one last time and just deciding to fall on the ice with a tired sigh. It's only when she heard a slow clap start. Lisa lifts her head from the floor and looks up. "What are you doing here?"