bastien danced ballet professionally on the weekdays, and on the weekends he mostly practiced in the studio or, like this, attended parties that his friends threw

if today wasn't the day the decision who'd dance giselle and prince albrecht was made, he'd stayed home

no amount of aspirin and coffee and water could make his head stop buzzing like a hive of angry bees

for fucks sake, he cursed himself as he walked into the studio, less energetic than usual, looking tired and rather pale

luckily for him, the audition for the roles had been a week prior; there was no way in hell he could muster his best performance in the variation of albrecht in this state

all he had to do today was check the list for his role and then start learning the choreo, which could be done by simply marking it through, no seriously exhausting physical activity needed

too hungover to be particularly excited about him getting the main role he walked back to the barre to warm up, not giving much thought to his partner's name being utterly unfamiliar to him

but when he saw the choreographer talk to a dancer whom he'd never seen at the academy before, showing them a few marking steps for the lead role giselle, his interest piqued;

that would be his partner for the performance in less than two months

and though he'd never seen you here before, he definitely had two days prior, in the dimly lit bathroom that you two had hooked up in

"donc tu es giselle, hein", he spoke as he leaned against the barre that you'd decided to warm up on, his voice a smooth, smug tone

"tu ne m'as jamais dit que tu étais une ballerine"