Page 314 of Friction


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Phil:

Dean Foster has joined Luka Davorin on the ice. I don’t believe this was listed in the program notes.

Jonathon:

Listen to that crowd.

Phil:

There’s some movement at rinkside, officials clearly trying to clarify what’s happening here. And the music has started.

Jonathon:

Oh… That’s ‘Rewrite The Stars.’

The noise from the crowd filled the arena as Dean skated straight toward Luka, who met him halfway. They stood facing each other.

Jonathon:

The crowd is going wild here.

Production team:

Director:

Camera Two stay wide.

-Do we know this is approved?

Director:

I don’t know.

-Should we cut?

Director:

No, absolutely not.

On the ice, Luka and Dean began to skate, their timing precise, their spacing deliberate, each edge matched, every turn answered by the other.

Phil:

They’re mirroring each other almost perfectly.

Jonathon:

Which is remarkable when you consider they don’t train together.

Phil:

No, they don’t.

The realization rippled through the arena.

Mila remained at the boards, watching them. She didn’t appear surprised or concerned.

Jonathon: