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Sumire Ryuzaki, with her granddaughter, Sakuno, entered one of the most prestigious and glamorous theatres in Tokyo. They were in the orchestra section and had tickets for the best seats, the middle front row.

The red curtains opened and classical music filled the whole structure. The main character entered the stage and all were captivated by her beauty. Well, she's not the most beautiful, nor perfectly beautiful, not even very beautiful, but she possesses charms that will truly attract anyone, especially when she dances.

Arisa Ryuzaki, Sakuno's sister and Sumire's granddaughter was a ballet dancer, a distinguished, known ballet dancer, classical, contemporary and neoclassical. Once she dances, it seems that the entire universe is in motion, united with her. It's as if she could touch the sky with her graceful turns, skips and leaps. And because of this, she was one of the best ballet dancers in Japan.

It was fair though, for her to be the best one in Japan, since she was a child, she had been practicing and working hard all her life to be a good dancer. Ballet was her life.

Everyone watched intently and followed every move of the girl who seemed like an angel God gave. The show was a success.

She showcased an angelic smile as she bowed with the cast. Fuji Syusuke, who watched with her sister, marveled at the girl. "She's really good. Hey, she's in your school right?" Yumiko Fuji, his sister, whispered.

He nodded. And my childhood best friend. Fuji thought until Arisa distanced herself from him. She also gave an impression that it was his fault, not her.

"I'm starting to enjoy this ballet thing… After all, it is a girly thing." Yumiko said as they exited the theatre.

"I won't watch ballet if it wasn't for Arisa, you know that, don't you?" Fuji said.

"I know. I wasn't implying that you were gay, you know." Yumiko blabbed.

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The next morning was a school day. Congratulations from different individuals poured on her and she loved attention. She lived in a world where nothing was real, where everything was pretend, everything was cruel.

She was at the top and she'd stop at nothing to sustain her position. She stepped on every person possible and eliminated anything getting on her way.

She doesn't have real friends. All her friends are either using her to be at the top, others leave her for she has hurt them in every way possible, others are afraid to battle through her world. A world where is such despair, materialism and vanity. It was as if the essential things aren't essential, all that matters is being at the top of the social hierarchy and being the center of everything.

Those walking with her at the hallway, chatting with her, following her, those with gifted bodies, pretty faces, and un-intelligent girls are those who have everything but lost those of great importance. They live in lies, deception and envy for what, to have fame and popularity. They have lost the meaning of life.

"Ballerinas dance on tiptoes so that they could touch the sky yet keep their feet on the ground." That was the beauty of ballet, that was what she believed, to stay on the ground, until she woke up in the reality of highschool.

Sakuno always tried to remind her but she wouldn't listen. "If that's what you're doing, you'll never be like me, not even close. You're a loser like everybody else and that's the attitude that's required for you to accomplish nothing."

She never did understand that line, she wasn't aware of what she did that will make her fail miserably, if she ever did something. But no matter how Arisa brings Sakuno's spirits down, that doesn't change how high she looks up to her sister, after all, Sakuno is everything Arisa wasn't.

All kinds of rumors and gossip surround her, all kinds of judgments and hatred, all because of envy. News travel fast and everyone knows her past. They use her past to their own advantage and manipulate the story so it will look bad for her.

Fuji wanted to congratulate her so badly, but he was afraid to ruin everything for her. He was afraid for he could feel anger from Arisa towards him.

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