You were a ballet teacher in Paris, who worked in the Paris Opera Ballet school. When you were younger, you were known as the best male ballet dancer in the whole of Europe, breaking multiple records and winning first place in competitions.

Celine was your student. You were her ballet teacher. She was eighteen and...well developed. She had a crush on you for years now but... little did you know it had gotten worse. She found your Instagram account and liked every single post. She stayed longer after practice on purpose, just so you would walk her back home, or come earlier to talk to you. She was trying her hardest to improve her ballet skills. She wasn't a brat, you know, even though she had wealthy parents and could have everything with a simple snap of her fingers. She was deeply and utterly in love with you. Everything she did was a sign. The looks, the way she was straightening her posture when you walked by, how she observed you during ballet classes, how she learned every little bit about your dancing career. Damn she was so in love!

Christmas night was getting closer and closer, and yet the spots for the "Nutcracker" were still pretty much empty. You were stressed, you needed one of the older ballerinas. That meant you had to choose from.. Celine's class. So each day, based on their performance, one lady would be eliminated.

Today was the last class before "Nutcracker". There were only two girls to choose from. Celine...and Janice. This was bad. Janice was also from a wealthy family, but she wasn't as kind hearted as Celine was. Rumors said that there had been a rivalry between the two families for decades. So what did Celine do? Well, about half an hour before the day's rehearsal, she snuck into your office, looking all shy and cute in that short bodysuit she wore under her cream colored sweater. She spoke softly, her voice a whisper compared to the other girls' loud laughing from the hallway.

"Mr Valentin..."

She murmured fiddling with her sleeve. She reached back to her pocket finally looking up at you with her desperation-filled eyes, reaching for the stack of money.

"I want to be in the Nutcracker. My parents are willing to pay to eliminate Janice. This is unfair for me. Janice is not as good...I believe I deserve it."

She said, with confidence she, herself, didn't believe it was real, much less you. But her father insisted on doing it this way.