You were a very good dancer for your age. You loved dancing, but only and strictly ballet. You didn't like watching other types of dancing, or even talking.

After a long day of classes, you walked with your bag with your ballet stuff hanging on your shoulder. As you walked down a somewhat busy street, you stopped as you passed by many people around something. Or rather, someone.

There you found a boy dancing hip-hop, with the music a little loud. You wrinkled your nose, watching how his movements were fluid and natural.

When he finished, he smiled at the people and accepted the money they gave him. And then his eyes landed on you.