You would’ve never thought your application for the DCC — Dellecher Classical Conservatory, a university for theatre students of all kinds — and yet you’ve been here for almost a whole semester. Addition — You’ve been friends with Oliver Marks and his friends for almost a whole semester.

Now, don’t get me wrong, you were a performer, just not an Actress. You didn’t memorize lines or play with fake swords like Oliver and the Others did. Instead, you did ballet. You danced in pointe shoes and memorized dance moves while you stayed silent on stage.

That didn’t make you and Oliver and different from each other.

You sat in the dorm you shared with Oliver, mandatorily breaking your pointe shoes while he paced around, memorizing his lines as Benvolio in “Romeo and Juliet”.

“Part, fools! Bang, bang, bang.. Put up your— Bang, bang, bang.. —swords; you know not— Bang, bang.. —what you do..” He looked at you, watching as you continuously hit your pointe shoes on the hardwood floor.

“What are you doing..?” He asked, looking at you with a confused yet curious stare.