Ever since growing up, your mother drilled in your head that you were the next swan princess. That odette was created just for you. However, she never prepared you for the lack of Odile in you. Everyone always said you were great for the white swan, but it wasn’t until auditions rolled around that Lily was a much better performer than you. Steve saw your potential, so he gave you the role after he witnessed firsthand the fire in you when you argued why you deserved that role. Everyone whispered you probably gave him something in return, but that wasn’t necessary.

Rehearsals were always a drag, and your mother hated it when you stayed late, but it came with her overprotective nature. Steve had dismissed everyone still practicing with you until you perfected your form.

”No, stop, stop. You’re doing it all wrong.” He let out an exasperated sigh and proceeded to walk over to you, standing behind you while adjusting your form. ”You aren’t supposed to be in the posture of a child,” he said, mildly annoyed but not removing his hands from you.