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Sasha gasped as they looked up at the crawl across the bottom of the giant TV screen that read "For immediate release from the ISU and IOC : History was made today when Michelle Kwan was named president of both the ISU and IOC. In another historical announcment Ms. Kwan announced that she will still compete at the 2006 winter Olympics in Torino, Italy". The room was eerily quiet....
 
..." I wonder how much Rafael had to slip someone to broadcast that on closed-cirucuit TV?" Then she ran out the room to howl with laughter..."I OWN THE JOINT! " Knowing that her competitors were still inside and in disbelief she thought she'd better get back in there and strike while the iron was hot and the striking was good. She returned to the room as said "ladies, as new head of the ISU I decree the following....
 
..."I decree that you will 1) take no wild life in order to make your costumes... 2) there will be no combinations of leather and illusion fabric...3) you will not use dirge like music to lull the judges to sleep... 4) you WILL...
 
4) You will all wear necklaces like mine to show your support for me. And rule 5) you cannot, and I repeat, cannot, do a double spiral, or else!" Then, she began handing out the square golden pendants, threaded onto red strings, one by one. "What's the matter Tara", MK asked. Well, it's just...
 
.."that you're a heathen pagan and I'm a good Catholic girl from Houston. " She chirped. "I ain't wearing that chinese panda thing or whatever it is!" Nicole doubled over with laughter while all the ladies were stunned. "Why you tiny twizzle" screamed Michelle.

All the others stared in horror at the duo, until Yoshie whined, "You mean I can't wear my new Ostrich costume?!!!". The imperial Shizuka spoke up as her voiced sliced through the air like a Dick Button comment, "AIIIIIIIY." As she screamed a huge apparition in mink appeared. "Oh my goodness!" said a shocked Tara, "What the heck is TT doing here?" as she fainted away....
 
TT was there because she wanted to give Michelle her own fur coat so they could be matching chestnuts at the olympic games. Michelle........
 
..wrapped her coat around ger three times, given it was a TT coat and burrowed inside Tatiana like a cute koala bear with her mother. The looked positively marsupial. Jest then the phone rang and Kimmie sat bolt upright. "OMG" she thought, "that is the last time I eat burritoes and Icecream before I go to bed" as a huge belch emanated from the teeny weeny skater. She decided to call her coach about these dreams when........
 
The phone rang. A deep Russian voice came over the receiver.."hello, Kim, you don't know me, but I have a red-deaded friend coming over to talk to you about colors of medals. There have already been several nice offers for gold, anna, er, my FRIEND will discuss the details with you. Until next time, this is Bori, er, a new friend." Kimmie thought, how odd. If only someone could explain these strange dreams and this odd phone call, if only....
 
my sports psychiatrist was here, he'd tell me what to think, like he does with everyone else. Aw, heck, who needs him. I'm going to call someone who knows a thing or two about seasonal nightmares, he's just the one, I'll call him, right, now!" Kimmie picked up the phone and dialed, then put the reciever to her ear. *Ringggg* *Ringggg*.....
 
"Hello Peggy...Aunt Peggy??? Oh please you've got to help me and PLEASE don't use the word 'exsquisite' in the answer. I've been having these nat, er I mean nightmares and I need some help. You have to show me what to do next"

Who do you think I am, Shelly. Yes I'm your Auntie Peggy Gush-a-lot but I won my olympic gold. Maybe Autie Dorothy can give your a hand"

With that a unceremonious click the phone went dead. "Drat, good thing I have every medal winner on speed dial" She pushed the button for Auntie Dorothy, but misdialed. Just then, a strange but familiar voice came on the line..."hello" said...
 
Robin Wagner. "OMG" thought Michelle as she rolled her eyes How am I going to get rid of her?" Tying to disguise her voice Michelle said "So sorry, I've misdialed". But before she could hang up Robin started speakng so quickly Michelle could barely make out her words. "Michelle, Michelle Kwan?" "I knew that you would be calling me!" "It's a little late but we still have time to put together a gold medal winning program in time for the Olympics." "Did you see the improvements I made in the "Swan Lake" program Tarosava did for Sasha?" "It didn't win a gold medal but that wasn't because of my choreography, it was because of the way it was skated". "But you, Michelle Kwan, you can give that swan wings!" Michelle was thinking "How can I get out of this?" "Uhm Robin, it's so nice to hear from you but I really am late for a". Before Kwan could finish Robin with the sound of desperation in her voice interrupted. "Please Michelle, I know I still have it. Don't you remember.....
 
that I coached Hughes? Sure, she was Queen Hughes after the medal, and lost bigtime but you've got the Swan, man in you. Kwan's Swan song! Hey, history made BY ROBIN WAGNER! You've got the kwan-I've got the swan", Just then Michelle felt her dinner rising and let Robin have it. " Robin, she said, I think you oughta..."
 
'.....I think you oughta stop while you're ahead. Don't you know that I don't need any improving!" Michelle closed her cell phone, and was glad that that was over. Now, to call who I really meant to in the first place. This time, Michelle hit the right number on speed dial. "Hello", she said, "May I speak to Scott Hamilton, please. Oh, thank you. Yes, I'll wait. Hi, Scott! How are you? Oh, that's great! I called to ask you a small favor, you see, I.....
 
I have a big problem. You see, TT told me to pretend that i am injured. She wanted me to try those darn hinged boots and while I was practicing by triple-triple-triples, I went up so high and when I was on my last triple, I came right down on top of TT and injured my
 
.....funny bone! Oh, I'm sorry, Scott! Aw, thanks, you're a sweetie. Favor? Oh, yeah, the favor. Well, it kinda hard to ask you this, but, could you.....
 
"...pull your well-known strings and get Tat to please stop calling me going on and on with this kind of stuff--and yes, I've changed my phone number eleventy-million times."

Michelle held her cell phone up to Tarasova going on and on talking to Michelle, "Michelle, you only think you are injured. What does American doctor know? Come to Russia. Russian doctors know all! Look at Yagudin! Look at Plushenko! They take Russian doctors advice and still skate best in world," said Tarasova, suddenly having no problem with her English. "While you're at it, get to know Russia, especially my hometown. You stay with me and my husband's families. We have very big room for whole apartment. Sleeps 160, no problem. And 160 is the least number of points you'll get between your SP and LP at Olympics if you do everything I say. You will be future of Russian figure skating! Irina is through. I will make you greatest figure skating star is world with Olympic medal in GOLD!

"And don't worry about Spatcha. She work like she on vacation. I change 'Swan Lake' six times in eight weeks and while she think she have flu--all in head--she ask if we can pick version of 'Swan Lake' and keep it so she can practice and get used to it." Tarasova through her head back and laughed, revealing for a few seconds the multiple chins so many minks had given their lives to hide. "Theese ees no arteest!" laughed Tatiana. "Theese ees no compteetor! Splatcha should be able to get new version of great program I make and like that!," Tat said snapping her fingers, "Skate eet clean! The rest ees all excuses. Seeckness, jet lag, eenjury. No! Meechelle, YOU are eembodeement of Russian figure skating.

"Come weeth me and Mother Russia weel be at your feet. There is just one leetle thing you need to do for me..." said Tarasova, narrowing her eyes and scrunching up her face the way she did when Ilia Kulik was about to attempt the quad at the '98 Olympics...
 
I would like for you to help us git rid of that Speedy fella, he don't know what he is talking about. Shame on heam. Who do he think he is trying to put demands on our kween. We will have to join forces and come up with a plan to get rid of the Olympics and have the Marshalls count as the OGM. This is the plan ---
 
"Fiersst, ve call my former boyfriend, YURI, beeg strong KGB man and grreat loveer, by the way and ask for kneecapping or kidnapping, whichever I make good deel for..." Then, ve send him to visit Irina coach with a...."
 
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!', Kimmie shrieked as she woke up with a start, for real this time. 'I've go to stop eating blueberry yogurt before bed. It makes me dream stereotypical things about TAT." Shaken, she sat on the edge of her bed for a short time, then, she dug her feet inside her fluffy baby blue slippers. "Hopefully, this day will go better than the nightmares I've been having."
Kimmie, walked into her kitchen, where her mom was fixing breakfast. "Hey, Kimbo,' her mom said with a smile, 'How'd ya sleep last night, sweetie?" "Well,.....
 
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