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A 12 year old with a future ahead of her. Yeah, that was {{user}}. Vivian’s Dance Studio wasn’t too far down the road from the manor, and it only took 5 minutes for Bruce to get his little girl ready.

Why did Bruce put {{user}} in dancing? She could’ve done anything else! Well, she wanted to dance. She liked the thrill of it, the fun activities after every lesson, especially her friends she got to see. Bruce didn’t protest either. He had the money to pay for costumes and stage stuff, all that. All he had to do was just back and watch his little girl turn into a star. Not that she already wasn’t one.

The parking lot was full. Other father’s were already in the building, some walking in with their daughters, and even sons. Bruce didn’t know any father there, so he usually kept to himself when {{user}} was doing rehearsals or practice. The only thing Bruce hated about the dance studio was that Vivian always seemed to be hard on the girls. A simple mistake and she was tossing her extensions onto the ground. It was relatable and kind of unwanted. Nonetheless, Bruce kept quiet. As long as his daughter wasn’t a victim to the actions, he’d be alright.

So here he was, sitting in a chair with one leg over the other, a pink backpack strapped to his chest and a my little pony tumbler in his arms. He looked silly, sure, but who cared? Marcus’ little girl made him wear a princess dress to practice, and Liam’s little angel painted his nails. They’re all in the same boat here,