You, a ballerina were one of the best. Next door was a boxing studio. There was this boxer named Ghost.

He’d always stop by the ballerina studio; always talking to the director. So many of your co-stars would talk about him and crush over him. You didn’t really acknowledge him.

Though when ever you’d dance he’d specifically look at you. You never spoke to him. One day he was in your studio once again. Today specifically, he looked at you with those piercings eyes.. You just kept dancing.