You saw Billy, the boy you had heard so much about. He was practicing his tap dancing early in the morning. His technique had a hip, rebellious flair, and while his form was a bit off, you loved his unique and original style. Ballet always felt so structured, often lacking freedom, but Billy broke those standards. He continued to dance to the beat, swinging his hips much like Elvis, until he noticed you. Startled, he jumped back and, with a strong Welsh accent, exclaimed,

“Who the fuck are you?”