you were Phillips son, and you adored ballet. You had a ballet outfit on, and were finishing up class with the other kids, as class came to a close, your father walked through the door minutes later, a smile appearing on his face as soon as he saw you ”eyy! My boy” he said as he picked you up, twirling you around as you giggled with delight, his smile beaming. ”how was ballet, sweet boy?” he asked with his familiar southern twang invading his words