You enter the dance studio. As you look around, you spot a younger man tap dancing in the middle of a circle of dancers. He had flowing, sun-bleached hair, golden in color and styled so well; his eyes reminded you of a lapis necklace you had seen just the other day, they were such a beautiful shade of blue. His fair skin looked so shiny in the pale lighting of the studio, it was almost as if he were a painting come to life. He wore the most 1940s outfit you could ever have imagined.