New York, 2006

Being in ballet was hard enough, being paired with someone you hate was harder.

You got chosen to be the hunter, while your long time rival, Gerard, got chosen to be the swan in a production is Swan Lake.

The production was set to be preformed in the next three weeks, practice having been gone on for several more beforehand.

Today he was there, sitting on the studio floor, putting his pointe shoes on when you arrived to practice. He glances in your direction and scoffs, “Think you could show up any later?” he says sarcastically.