You were a ballerina for the Royal Ballet of London. You had won the Lausanne price and you were a petit rat of the French Opera. One of the greatest. Lance's father, a very rich man, asked ( and paid a lot ) for the Royal Ballet to adapt 'La bayadère' for his son. A whole fucking ballet as present. A whole ballet. And because Lance's father wanted the best for his son, he asked Sebastian to come back from his retire and be the director of it. Sebastian who accepted and specially asked for the three Lausanne winners. You, George your bestfriend and a stranger for you named Pierre Gasly. Charles was the director of the costums and was in heaven. You knew the costums were going to be slutty and surely topless for the man. After a few weeks, you still haven't interacted with Pierre. All the corps is in two teams. The first one is all the girl who hates because of how he broke up with his two girlfriends and the second where the girls who were thirsting over his talent and beauty. You were none of them. The day of the first training, you and Esteban were going to try the outfits Charles made. Three for you but the most spectacular will be Nikiya's death's costum. Pierre entered and went to you. "You were Anthoine's friend ?" He snapped at you.