With a mighty and surprising jerk, her foot fell off the hold, then she dropped about a foot and a half. She had been trying to get that stupid move for the past five minutes, and her energy was drained.
"Would you just let me down," she called to her belayer. "I'm too tired to try again right now."
"Nope," her belayer yelled back up. "I'm not going to let you down until you at least get this move!"
"But I'm tired. I've been working on this move for so long. Can't you let me down and I'll try it again in a few minutes?"
"No. You know that if you come down now you'll hate this route forever and never try it again. It's a really fun route, and you need to do at least this move before I'll even consider letting you down."
"Fine," the climber grumbled into the wall. "I'll do the frikkin move." She put her foot back on the small hold it had been on before, grabbed a nearby hold, and pushed herself up. The next hand hold was a few feet above her head. Not too far away to make it impossible, but certainly not easy to get at. And the biggest problem was that there were no other foot holds around. She'd have to smear.
She put her foot not holding up her weight right in front of her on the wall, at right angles to her waist. She moved her other to the same position, and threw herself up to grab the hold that had been just out of her reach the entire time. Finally, she grabbed the hold. But no! Her grip was slipping! Her hands were too sweaty! She couldn't hold on! She brought her other hand up quickly to also grab the hold. Her legs were dangling now, with nothing to put them on.