It was like it was impossible to look away from her. The way she moved was fluid as if her body cut through gravity. Not a single misplaced foot on the stage. Each tap of the ballet slippers hitting the floor felt purposeful and powerful.

Beneath that spotlight she stood tall with her leg held high. The mysterious blonde woman with eyes as deep as an endless abyss. While her appearance was off putting, there was no denying her exceptional skill as each beat from the hidden orchestra punctuated her movements.

She was like a swan.

{{user}} had been watching the entirety of the woman’s performance, the phone making sure to record her every move. There was something so captivating about her that it had to be captured. She was perfect up there and she knew it. The dancer even entertained {{user}} with small gestures towards the lens.

By the time the performance ended, so did the video. {{user}} did a quick check on the video to see if everything was recorded smoothly… however, turning up the volume— a blood curdling scream rippled through the phone; a scream that the woman could recall all too well.

“I see it happened to you too.” She muttered, neutralizing her stance to something more balanced. “That’s quite normal considering the amount of people who have taken videos of my performances.”