The spotlight switched to Irina, and she smiled broadly. “I thought it was a beautiful theme choice, and I love the costumes. The dance was a little shaky, but we all have bad nights.”
Seven.
There was lackluster clapping from the audience, as if they weren’t quite sure how to take a seven. It wasn’t bad enough to boo, but not good enough to cheer.
“Raul?” Chip asked.
He drummed his fingers on the judging table, thinking. “I agree with Irina. I loved the artistry. However, I also agree with Penelope in that the execution was weak.” He sighed heavily, and then slowly turned over his card.
A five.
I clenched Ty’s hand tightly, disappointment crashing through me. 15 out of 30. We were going to have the lowest score of the evening. And it was totally unjustified. We had one wobble; that was it. My jaw clenched, I gave another cheerful wave to the audience as we skated away and stepped off back at the curtained staging area.
“Well,” Ty said, and looked over at me. “That was bullshit.”
“A lot of the time, that’s how figure skating scoring goes,” I said with a heavy sigh. “They have favorites and make sure those rise to the top, and we’re no one’s favorites.”
“No one but the audience,” he agreed. “They fuckin’ loved us.”
I just hoped it’d be enough.
Sure enough, when we skated back out at the end of the show, Ty and I were in last place. Emma and Louie Earl were in first, Annamarie and Serge were in second, and Victoria Kiss and her partner Toby had slid into third place, a full seven points ahead of us. All of the others had been graded extremely highly. Us? We were like the Bad News Bears of skating.
But we weren’t out yet. The audience could still save us. So I smiled and waved ecstatically to everyone and cast Ty a few flirty looks, since I knew they were no doubt wondering if we were a couple or not.
And hey, I wondered that too. So might as well make everyone think about it.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
How do I feel right now? No comment. No f**king comment. — Ty Randall, Ice Dancing with the Stars, Post-Show Interview
The next day was full of tension. I went back and forth between being utterly convinced we were voted off and utterly convinced that the audience vote would save us. We’d been charming and fun. How could they not save us? But the judging panel had done their best to sabotage us, and it might not be enough to bail us out.
It was hard to skate and practice when you didn’t know if it’d be worth it. But I was an athlete, so I worked my ass off anyhow, and Ty and I worked on practicing some harder elements that we could potentially add to next week’s routine.
The hours passed slowly, but then we were off to the studio and dressing in last night’s costumes once more. Except now, it didn’t feel like as much fun as it had when we’d had hope ahead of us.
As I emerged from the dressing room, Ty saw my face and gave me a hug. “Hey. Either way it’s going to be okay, all right?”
I nodded, my throat tight with nervousness. But I let him hug me a minute longer, and then it was time for all of the skaters to go back out onto the ice.
Ty and I were the last couple to arrive, since we’d scored lowest, but I received a perverse sense of satisfaction when the audience cheered louder for us than anyone else. America loved an underdog. Maybe we’d be safe.
“Before I get to tonight’s results,” Chip said, a fake smile in his voice. “Let’s talk with our contestants about how they think they did last night.” He immediately skated over to us, and that dreaded microphone was in our faces again. “Ty and Zara. Are you pleased with your performance?”
My mouth worked soundlessly. I knew they were looking for a soundbite, something short that would sum everything up, but my mind was in chaos. I couldn’t think of anything clever to say. My nerves were getting the better of me.
Ty leaned in and solved the problem for me. “I don’t know about Zara, but I’m not happy with our performance. I messed up, and if we go home, it’s because of me. I feel like I let my partner down.”
Tears pricked my eyes and I hugged Ty close, burying my face against his tuxedo jacket, oblivious to the cheers of the crowd. “You absolutely did not let me down,” I told him. “You were awesome.”
Chip moved on down the line and I felt Ty’s hand go to my back, stroking it. I didn’t pull away from him. I mean, if we were going home, did it matter how I acted right now? So I kept my head pressed to Ty’s chest and my arms around his waist because there was no other place I wanted to be at the moment.
A few others murmured answers, but I wasn’t paying attention. I was waiting for the moment of truth.
It came a short time later, after a commercial break. “Now it’s time for our results,” Chip said, and he took the envelope from the tiny skater that came out to give it to him. He opened it slowly, glanced at the audience, and then said, “The first skaters safe this week are…Emma and Louie Earl!”
I straightened, releasing Ty’s waist and clapped politely for Emma. She looked thrilled.
“The next team safe is….Victoria Kiss and Toby!”
I clapped again, less happy. We were in the bottom two. No surprise there, but Annamarie and Serge were also in the bottom two, and they’d scored a full ten points higher than us last night. It was clear from Annamarie’s unhappy face that she was doing the same math in her head, trying to figure out why she was on the bottom.
Another commercial break passed, an endless moment where we stood on the ice and fidgeted, waiting. Nothing was half as awkward as a commercial break, especially when you were on the filming end with nothing to do.
Then Chip surged into action again. “It’s time to announce the team that will be going home tonight.”
I clasped Ty’s hand, and across from us, I noticed Annamarie and Serge were holding hands, too.
“Annamarie Evans and Serge,” Chip began, and then paused for dramatic effect. “You…ARE SAFE. Ty and Zara, I’m sorry, but you have been eliminated.”
The audience booed, clearly on our side.
We waved half-heartedly as Annmarie and Serge hugged and skated away, and the closing music began to play. “Do you have anything else to say, Ty and Zara?” Chip asked.
“Thank you for…” I said, and then blanked out again. Tears threatened, and I looked over at my partner helplessly. I was not going to be able to speak around the knot in my throat.
All my hopes had just gone down the drain, along with any chance of a career resurgence.
“We just wanted to say thanks for the opportunity,” Ty said, my hand clasped tightly in his. “And that we appreciate all the support we got from the crowd at home.” Wild cheers met this announcement, and we waved one more time.
Then it was time to skate off stage.
As soon as we made it back to the curtained staging area, I buried my head in my hands and began to cry.
Ty tucked me in against him, hugging me close. “Shh. It’s okay.”
But it wasn’t okay. I wouldn’t be invited back. We hadn’t blown anyone away with our routines. I knew that if I had a chance in hell of impressing the producers, I needed to place well. At the bottom of the pack? It wasn’t going to cut it. And Ty had lost his opportunity to continue to show the viewing audience how charming he could be.
All because Penelope Marks and the judging panel hated me.
Of course, that only made me cry harder, and that meant Ty hugged me even closer.
“Can we get an interview?” someone asked.
I felt Ty shake his head. “Not right now. Maybe tomorrow.”
“We need to do a few wrap-up pieces,” someone else said. “For next week’s show.”
“And I said, not right now,” Ty gritted out. “Zara and I don’t want to talk to anyone, understand? We’ll do interviews tomorrow. For tonight, let us lick our wounds, okay?”
To my surprise, Ty grabbed me behind the knees and hauled me up against him, carrying me. That was fine with me. I burrowed closer to him, hiding my face in his neck, and let him push his way through the crowd of producers, audience members, and cameramen.
Eventually, we made our way out of the studio and to the waiting sedan. “Take us home,” Ty said, and the car sped away.
Sometime around midnight, I pretty much got all the crying out of my system. I was disappointed as hell, sure, but not all that surprised. The moment I’d seen Penelope Marks on the judging panel? I’d known that she wasn’t going to cut me any favors. The most disappointing thing was knowing that we’d done well and had creative routines, and that it still hadn’t been enough.
But then again, that was the way figure skating went sometimes.
I emerged from my room, tiptoeing into the hallway and looking around. I’d been inconsolable earlier, and despite Ty’s suggestions that we go out and party away our sorrows, I’d wanted to come home and just hide under my covers and weep away the pain. So I had. I’d changed into my sleep shirt, crawled into bed, and bawled, alone.
Of course, now that I’d gotten it all out of my system, I wanted to see Ty. I wanted to know what he was thinking, to know how he felt. Had he gone out without me to get over our horrible night? Or had he gone to bed early, too? I didn’t think a guy as tough as Ty would be upset over losing like I’d been. Maybe pissy that it hadn’t gone well. But not devastated like me.
Maybe I’d take him up on going out, after all. It was only midnight, right? And this was Hollywood. Someplace was bound to be open. I crossed my arms over my sleep t-shirt. It didn’t quite cover my panties, and I wasn’t wearing anything else, but for some reason, I didn’t feel weird about going and looking for Ty while dressed like this.
A weird, thrilling little part of me wanted him to see me in my skimpy clothes. Just to see how he’d react.
After all, this was going to be our last night together. In the morning, the sedan would come to take us both to the airport. No more Ty and Zara. Our team-up would be just a memory, and we’d both go back to our lives.
And if that was going to happen? I wanted to spend tonight with him, even if it just meant sitting and talking on the sofa.
So I headed into the kitchen, looking for telltale beer bottles. Nothing. Disappointment flashed through me. Maybe Ty had gone out without me after all. Maybe he’d already left, since we’d been kicked off the show. Anxiety churned in my gut, and I headed to the living room. “Ty?”
A sound. I turned the corner and saw Ty quickly sitting up on one end of the couch, rubbing his cheek. The leather had imprinted in it, and it was clear he’d been asleep. Across from him, the TV played, but the sound was set to mute, and the local news flashed on the screen.
I stepped forward and gave him a bewildered look. “What are you doing sleeping on the couch?”
He scrubbed a hand down his face again and stared at my polka-dotted panties. Then he shook his head and reached for the remote to click off the TV. “You were so upset. I didn’t want to leave you alone, so I thought I’d hang out in the living room in case you woke up.”