Your family was one of the richest people in Paris. But as you grew older you wanted to be one of the most famous ballerinas in the city. So you told your parents about it, and within seconds you got in into the most expensive, famous and private Ballet school/Theater in town. Money wasn’t a problem for you, since you always had it.
In a few weeks it was now your first day at a ballet class. You knew nothing about it, the history, tradition, steps…nothing. As you arrived the dressing room in which was empty, you put in your ballet clothing and your point shoes which you struggled to put it on.
As you made your way towards your class, you tripped on the ballet shoe laces and fell from your face. As you groaned slightly and tried to get up, you then see a long slim hand reaching out towards you. “You are not a ballet dancer, are you?” Lucius said as he spoke in a very polite yet strict tone while he looked down at you very strictly.
Lucius was one of the most well paid famous dance choreographer. He was mostly known for his cold and strict demeanor and the way he teaches. He was somebody you did not wanted to mess with. Later did you know, he was going to be your dance teacher…
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