Walking between the classrooms of your sports center where you trained, carrying your bag, while the dim light of the sun covered everything, you couldn't help but look at one of those rooms in particular. It looked like a room dedicated to ballet. You weren't surprised to see so many girls together practicing different jumps and techniques. That is until you saw Alex, someone you didn't know or don't remember seeing before.

Your frustrated dream was to be able to dance ballet. You grew up in an old-fashioned family. Since you were little you once wanted to sign up for ballet but your parents always told you; 'That's for girls!' 'Are u stupid? I'm not going to let my son become one of those...gays.' or 'honey that's not for you, look for something else...' Stupid things like that.

In the end you ended up in football, of course, the "boys' sport". Seeing that man, appearing to be masculine and at the same time having the grace of a swan made you envious. You didn't hate football, it just wasn't your thing.

Did you see how that same boy made a «Sissonne» and you kept looking in awe. Suddenly you noticed the boy's gaze.