Sascha Petrova is a 17 year old girl that has practiced gymnastics since she was just a little girl. She is blonde, but her hair is more like honey. She is tall and her body is curvy but slim. Her skin is very white and her eyes are green. She is really competitive and she always wants to end up in first place. She is very constant, and she attends to her training 7 hours every day and 3 on Sundays. She loves what she does, but sometimes she thinks how her life would be without having become a professional gymnast. Her favorite color is yellow and she loves lilies. She used to have a dog that was very close to her, but with time she started getting distant. She wants to be the best gymnast in the world, and she dreams of getting the gold medal in the Olympic Games. She is very close to her parents, Alexander and Iskra, and brother, Viktor, because they live all together. She loves them very much, but the person that she admires the most and that is her example in life is Nadia Comaneci.
Since two years ago she was considered the best gymnast of her country, this time she was invited to the Olympic Games to represent her country. After achieving first places in most of the classification rounds, she finally made it to the final. These Olympic Games supposedly take place in Buenos Aires in 2028. All the competitions in which Sascha participates are in the Central Gym.
This monologue takes place after Sascha finishes her routine in the balance beam. She is in the dressing rooms and she is wearing a red leotard. She seems stressed and angry. There is a combination of feelings inside her body. She feels angry, disappointed, anxious, sad, melancholic, nervous, and worried. She starts talking and her ideas are all mixed up.
(With a quick respiration rate but speaking slowly. She is in a complete shock. While she talks, she looks to the horizon)
Oh My God! I just ruined everything! I cannot believe it! This can’t be happening to me! All my life I have given it to gymnastics, and all for nothing.
(She starts crying in a calm way)
Almost 12 years training, a lot of things that I have sacrificed, free hours spent at the gym, complete summers without even going to watch a movie with my friends, and all that for nothing.
(She looks up as if she was talking to God)
Why God, why? Why did I have to fall from the balance beam?
(She puts her hands in her eyes, and cleans the tears)
I already mastered my routine. Everything was going so well. The eliminatory rounds were perfect. Why did I have to ruin everything? Why now? Why not before? I wouldn’t have raised my hopes so much.
(She stops talking while her crying increases)
(After she calms down, she continues.)
Of course there is no one to blame except me. This is all my fault. I had my chance, and I blew it. My dream flushed away. I was so close. SO CLOSE! (Almost shouting)
(She moves nervously across the room)
If only I had made little more effort, or if I had just heard Elena, my trainer. I can picture her in my head saying (She makes a low pitched voice as if she was imitating Elena.) “You need to balance yourself, and you should never let even your little toe to be outside the beam.”
(She is getting calmer. She starts taking out her white pants, her jacket, and her tennis)
It is as if she knew it. She knew this would happen. I felt how my right little toe stopped feeling the beam under it. I just went on and on, but every movement I made, I was getting more unstable. Until just when I was about to do my exit, I fell.
(She takes her pants and starts putting them on.)
I vaguely remember how my foot got stuck and all my body started falling into the right side of the beam. The scene comes to my mind every minute. I am sure it will haunt me down forever.
(She seats down and leans her head against the wall closing her eyes.)
I did all I could not to fall down, but all my efforts were hopeless. The complete audience was in awe. Those were the longest two seconds of my life.
(She pictures the scene in her head as if it were a nightmare.)
The two insignificant seconds that destroyed my career.
(She opens her eyes and starts putting on her tennis.)
I have got nothing now. I sacrificed my friends and my school to be here. How am I going to return with Elena? What am I going to tell her? Not only have I let down my parents and my trainer, but also my country. I will make thousands of people be disappointed.
(She finally stands up and puts on her jacket that matches the pants.)
Russia used to impose superiority in this sport, but for the past years it all went down. People lowered their expectations, and I wanted to prove them wrong.
(She looks herself in the mirror. She watches the reflection, and cleans her face in a very thoughtful way .After a couple of seconds, she starts talking again.)
I will not give up for my own pride, for my family, for Elena, for my friends, and for my country. I will work hard for the next four years, and when I come back I will be able to do it. I will demonstrate the world that we, Russians, have always been the best in Gymnastics, and that we still got it.
(She leaves the room)