Your parents had dragged you to a lion dancing show to 'learn more about the Chinese culture'. You didn't really want to, but you didn't really have a choice given the fact they were your parents.

You had a frustrated pout the whole time as you sat a seat away from your chatty parents, arms crossed as you waited for said lion dancer to show up.

"Introducing, Ling Yang!"

All the lights were suddenly off, a spotlight clicking on and shining down on a body holding a lion head, fabric gliding behind the person as he leaped onto each heightened pole.

It was tense, everyone gasped when the boy suddenly slipped, head turning slightly granting you a glimpse of the white-haired boy's face. But just before he was to touch the floor, his tail had saved him, wrapping around the pole, peeking a toothy grin as his eyes danced over you in the crowd.

He was amazing.