Post by snmphotography on May 27, 2007 20:23:43 GMT -5
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THALIA SUAREZ leaves a gym in L.A. on September 25. After three months of physical therapy she has this to say: "It's going as well as can be expected. I've missed out on some competitions, but I don't really think about it. Olympics have always been my goal, and I won't stop until I get there."
:::8:::
DREAMING OF YOU Months creeped by at startingly slow rates for Thalia. Apolo moved to Salt Lake City to train for the 2010 Winter Games and ocassionally called Thalia, but usually got a voicemail. On the few ocassions she returned his calls, she too got the voicemail. She felt awkward toward him, and as her knee began to heal and strengthen and she got back into ballet practices and on the ice, she also began to regret the way they'd left each other. As well as her decision to break things off with him.
In a ballet class she was dancing to a Selena song, Dreaming of You. It was one she'd always loved because of the emotion, but it was an emotion she'd never fully experienced. As she danced, alone in the studio (the way she liked it), she began to tear up as the song progressed. By song's end, the tears were streaming down her face, but she was not sobbing. It was simply tears which she could not contain.
She was sitting in the floor, feeling utterly lost, when suddenly she was struck with an idea.
In Utah, Apolo was sitting down to dinner with his friend, Julianne Hough. She also happen to be the girl who taught him how to dance like a pro in his winning appearance on Dancing With the Stars. Over dinner he divulged the entire scheme of things and what had been going on over the fall since he'd left.
"I can't stop thinking about her," he said. "Except during practice or competition, but I can't skate 24 hours a day."
"Call her again," Julianne said.
"I'd just get her voicemail again."
"Invite her down here, or go up there."
"I don't think she'd accept, or be too happy with me showing up out of the blue."
"Apolo, you're killing me. What do you want me to say? 'Hey, let me wave my magic wand around and fix everything?' Relationships are tough work, they need to be fought through sometimes. If you love this girl, then you need to show her, tell her. You need to do whatever it is you have to do to be happy, and to make her happy. I bet she's up there in Colorado right now, moping over you just as much as you are for her."
Apolo shook his head and shrugged. "I don't know. I don't know what to think or do."
"Well, you better figure something out. You're making yourself miserable and that's no way to live."
Back at his room, Apolo played around with his cell phone for awhile, paced around, took a shower, tried to watch some TV. When he couldn't stand it anymore, he scrolled through his phone list and called Thalia.
In Colorado, Thalia was gathering her things at the studio to leave feeling exhausted but a little bold. When she saw the name appear on her screen she breathed in heavily and hesistated on picking it up.
"Hi," she said in the receiver.
There was silence and then, "Hey. Sorry, I kind of figured I'd get your voicemail again."
"Yeah, sorry about that. Betwee therapy, dance, practices and the dogs I don't have a whole lot of free time."
"I understand. No problem. How's your knee?"
"Fine actually. The doctor's had to work on the pins a little bit, so I was laid up for a week or so, but I'm on the mend. They say I can definitely go all out for the Olympics."
"That's great. Congradulations."
"How's Salt Lake?" she asked, pushing the door open to the outside where Jenna was waiting in a car to pick her up.
"It's fine. I'm getting in a lot of good practice."
"Good, that's good."
Jenna asked her who it was and she waved her on to imply she'd tell her after the conversation was done. Jenna didn't need an actual answer after that; she knew who was on the other end.
"So," Apolo said, clearing his throat. "Things aren't exactly great down here."
"Why not?" Thalia asked. "Practices not going that well?"
"No, they're fine. Being on the ice is the only time I'm, uh, well, it's the only time when I don't think about you. Truth is, I miss you, Lia. I really miss you a lot. I think we have so much more to learn about each other and I think we could be good together. It's going to be hard, but I want a shot at this."
Thalia sat in the passenger seat silently with shock written plain as day across her face.
"What's he saying?" Jenna asked quietly, hoping Apolo didn't hear her.
"Apolo," Thalia said. "I have to go now, but don't be hurt by this. I don't want that. I have to think for a minute and then I'll call you right back, ok?"
"Um, ok."
"I know you're confused. Trust me. Trust me on this one. I'm going to make everything up to you soon."
She said a quick goodbye and excitedly turned to Jenna saying, "Pack your things, we're moving to Salt Lake."
"What? What do you mean moving? What'd he say to you? What's going on?" Jenna asked, trying hard not to lose her concentration on the roads.
"Jenna, do what you have to do. I'm moving to Salt Lake and I need you there to coach me. I'm getting on the first flight out there in the morning and we can send for our things later. I have to try to work this out with him."
"What did he say to you?!"
"He misses me. Jenna, he doesn't hate me."
"Well, anyone could have told you that and if I'm not mistaken we all did tell you that."
"But he said it to me. I couldn't believe it until he said it. Jenna, I'm moving to Salt Lake City and if everything pans out the way I'm hoping it does, not only am I going to the Olympics and winning a gold medal, but I may have just found my soulmate."
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THALIA SUAREZ leaves a gym in L.A. on September 25. After three months of physical therapy she has this to say: "It's going as well as can be expected. I've missed out on some competitions, but I don't really think about it. Olympics have always been my goal, and I won't stop until I get there."
:::8:::
DREAMING OF YOU Months creeped by at startingly slow rates for Thalia. Apolo moved to Salt Lake City to train for the 2010 Winter Games and ocassionally called Thalia, but usually got a voicemail. On the few ocassions she returned his calls, she too got the voicemail. She felt awkward toward him, and as her knee began to heal and strengthen and she got back into ballet practices and on the ice, she also began to regret the way they'd left each other. As well as her decision to break things off with him.
In a ballet class she was dancing to a Selena song, Dreaming of You. It was one she'd always loved because of the emotion, but it was an emotion she'd never fully experienced. As she danced, alone in the studio (the way she liked it), she began to tear up as the song progressed. By song's end, the tears were streaming down her face, but she was not sobbing. It was simply tears which she could not contain.
She was sitting in the floor, feeling utterly lost, when suddenly she was struck with an idea.
In Utah, Apolo was sitting down to dinner with his friend, Julianne Hough. She also happen to be the girl who taught him how to dance like a pro in his winning appearance on Dancing With the Stars. Over dinner he divulged the entire scheme of things and what had been going on over the fall since he'd left.
"I can't stop thinking about her," he said. "Except during practice or competition, but I can't skate 24 hours a day."
"Call her again," Julianne said.
"I'd just get her voicemail again."
"Invite her down here, or go up there."
"I don't think she'd accept, or be too happy with me showing up out of the blue."
"Apolo, you're killing me. What do you want me to say? 'Hey, let me wave my magic wand around and fix everything?' Relationships are tough work, they need to be fought through sometimes. If you love this girl, then you need to show her, tell her. You need to do whatever it is you have to do to be happy, and to make her happy. I bet she's up there in Colorado right now, moping over you just as much as you are for her."
Apolo shook his head and shrugged. "I don't know. I don't know what to think or do."
"Well, you better figure something out. You're making yourself miserable and that's no way to live."
Back at his room, Apolo played around with his cell phone for awhile, paced around, took a shower, tried to watch some TV. When he couldn't stand it anymore, he scrolled through his phone list and called Thalia.
In Colorado, Thalia was gathering her things at the studio to leave feeling exhausted but a little bold. When she saw the name appear on her screen she breathed in heavily and hesistated on picking it up.
"Hi," she said in the receiver.
There was silence and then, "Hey. Sorry, I kind of figured I'd get your voicemail again."
"Yeah, sorry about that. Betwee therapy, dance, practices and the dogs I don't have a whole lot of free time."
"I understand. No problem. How's your knee?"
"Fine actually. The doctor's had to work on the pins a little bit, so I was laid up for a week or so, but I'm on the mend. They say I can definitely go all out for the Olympics."
"That's great. Congradulations."
"How's Salt Lake?" she asked, pushing the door open to the outside where Jenna was waiting in a car to pick her up.
"It's fine. I'm getting in a lot of good practice."
"Good, that's good."
Jenna asked her who it was and she waved her on to imply she'd tell her after the conversation was done. Jenna didn't need an actual answer after that; she knew who was on the other end.
"So," Apolo said, clearing his throat. "Things aren't exactly great down here."
"Why not?" Thalia asked. "Practices not going that well?"
"No, they're fine. Being on the ice is the only time I'm, uh, well, it's the only time when I don't think about you. Truth is, I miss you, Lia. I really miss you a lot. I think we have so much more to learn about each other and I think we could be good together. It's going to be hard, but I want a shot at this."
Thalia sat in the passenger seat silently with shock written plain as day across her face.
"What's he saying?" Jenna asked quietly, hoping Apolo didn't hear her.
"Apolo," Thalia said. "I have to go now, but don't be hurt by this. I don't want that. I have to think for a minute and then I'll call you right back, ok?"
"Um, ok."
"I know you're confused. Trust me. Trust me on this one. I'm going to make everything up to you soon."
She said a quick goodbye and excitedly turned to Jenna saying, "Pack your things, we're moving to Salt Lake."
"What? What do you mean moving? What'd he say to you? What's going on?" Jenna asked, trying hard not to lose her concentration on the roads.
"Jenna, do what you have to do. I'm moving to Salt Lake and I need you there to coach me. I'm getting on the first flight out there in the morning and we can send for our things later. I have to try to work this out with him."
"What did he say to you?!"
"He misses me. Jenna, he doesn't hate me."
"Well, anyone could have told you that and if I'm not mistaken we all did tell you that."
"But he said it to me. I couldn't believe it until he said it. Jenna, I'm moving to Salt Lake City and if everything pans out the way I'm hoping it does, not only am I going to the Olympics and winning a gold medal, but I may have just found my soulmate."
