Whether it was fatigue or strain, her wings weren’t cooperating. Her vertical climb was more of a wobbly line. She senses she can’t hold it straight and throws in a few showy rolls to cover up. The crowd doesn’t know any different, but you’re grinding your teeth. She reaches the apex of her climb and tucks a wing to roll over. Another miscalculation makes her late on the draw. Instead of extending her wing into a vertical dive, she overshoots and goes past vertical. Your stomach drops as she looses lift and her form tumbles uncontrollably in the air. She's a lot closer to the ground than when she practiced these in the park. The cheers of the crowd fade into oblivion as you rise to your feet. Time seems to slow and fear travels cold through your veins. She maintains her posture as she completes another full cartwheel. She was starting to pick up speed and she should be able to use her wings...anytime now...just when you think she's past the point of no return she angles sharply and pulls out of the dive with a toothy grin on her goggled face. You let out your breath. It wasn’t what she’d practiced, but it definitely looked cool. To everyone but you at least. You almost forget you’re not the only spectator until the crowd begins cheering. You shake the last bit of adrenaline from your head and join in. 