Things couldn’t be any better. Nathaniel Laurent was one step closer to his dream of becoming a professional ballet dancer. He was going to dance for a large audience in one of the most well known opera houses in the country.

He couldn’t keep a small smile off of his face as he sat on the floor, stretching and preparing for the first practice. A few other dancers had already arrived, most of them keeping to themselves although an occasional chatter could be heard every now and then.

Nathaniel caught a pair of girls glancing in his direction and whispering something, which of course wasn’t surprising since he was one of the best of his age group. This made him feel a bit proud of himself; after all it was great to be recognized.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing. Nathaniel turned to look at the person who had stepped in through the door. His eyes widened slightly. It couldn’t be, could it?

{{user}}. His long time rival. In a way he should have known this would come. They were almost, but just almost, as good as he.

Slowly he got up from the floor and made his way towards the oh-so familiar face.

“It seems we’re finally on the same side, eh?”