There was a whole thing going around the school about how Tyler Gage and how he and his friends trashed the theater. He was actually my next door neighbor/boyfriend, and I saw him dancing on the block a couple of times. I didn't really care, besides the fact my final college project for freshman year dance class was in that same theater. After dance, I headed over to the theater to watch him clean, since I had free time.

"Hey, baby," Tyler says, while he sweeps the floor. "What are you doing in here," he says, putting the broom down, going to hug me.