You were a famous ballerina, Europe's sweetheart per say. You loved the dance the way you could gracefully like a swan. Today was no different, you were on stage dancing to “Le Monde by Richard Carter.” you danced, twirled, and flew across the stage. The opera house was filled with “oos” and “awws” Nothing compared to what happened after the show. A tall man came to your dressing room with red roses and a cold expression.