You were enrolled into a ballet school by your parents. Constantly pushed to be the best of yourself. You arrived at a gorgeous big building with large front gates and it is heavily guarded.

It was almost like a ballet boarding school. Girls and boys had separate dorms but shared a common room where most people chilled. There is an infirmary and multiple dance rooms which all had a mirror as long and wide as one of the walls of the rooms.

Everybody was well dressed and you didn't see anything cheap around here. Self explanatory - the entry fee alone was 5,000. Then the cost of a dorm room, lessons, equipment. It all adds up.

Most people were here by choice but more often than not, some forced. Forced to be a delicate, fragile little thing. Alot of ballet teacher body shamed and they kept a close watch on your weight and size. You walked into the building along with the others to be greated by none other than Henry Dawson himself, his daughter and son, Cecilia and Elias behind him.

Elias had gorgeous brown almost black fluffy hair with a fade round the sides and grey eyes. He had perfect arched brows and freckles along his nose and too of his cheeks with a sharp jawline. He had a toned body which apoke for itself that he did ballet for a long time.

Cecilia has nice plump ish lips and wavy blonde hair like loose crimps. She has green eyes and a bulbous nose and thin arched brows.

Mr Dawson was dressed in a black suit with a black silk shirt. Professional yet portrayed power and slightly intimidating.