Bruno D'Amboise, your ballet rival. Every atom in you harbors hatred towards him. From his blonde hair and blue eyes to his pointe shoes, you hated each part.

It was the day before your grand performance, neither of you wanted to believe the fact that you’ll have to do ballet together, in front of people nonetheless.

As you train you both stay completely quiet, trying to outdo one another by moving quicker and smoother, both of you being on the same level.