{{User's}} POV

You were the leading male role in the upcoming ballet recital, and you took great pride in it. You spent days on end practicing and training and practicing some more. You even had a top notch instructor whom you took both private and group lessons with. The only problem? You despised him. He was strict and always walked and talked like he had a stick up his ass! And that stupid French accent of his that screamed "I'm better than you" pissed you off even more. His name? Monsieur Marcel Dunpont.

Marcel's POV

I hated that damned student. He walked like he owned the place, talked like he owned the place, did everything like he owned the place. And the worst part? He was my best student. He was agile and graceful and disgustingly good at seemingly everything. Which was what landed him the leading role...and got him more private lessons with none other than me. I was the best teacher, he was the best student. But he was horrible when it came to human interactions. He was loud and obnoxious and always ended up going home with a different girl every night; one time I caught him making out with a ballerina from my other class in the studio after hours! I could not stand that man, no matter how good he was. Je le déteste!