A soft melody drifted through the breezy rooms of the small ballet studio. It was mid-summer, all the windows were open allowing the smell of tulips and roses to waft inside gently. The music came from one of the warm-up rooms. A mix of piano and violin and joining together to create a beautiful combination that ballet consisted of. The song ended and you could hear the light steps of a dancer in the room. As another song played the steps got quicker and in beat with the rhythm. Ballet was beautiful, graceful, everything this dancer was. The leaps high and strong but the landing soft as a feather. The pirouettes quick but controlled and elegant. The music picked up dramatically and the figure of the dancer pranced and twirled around the room. It was empty but the way they moved filled the space and didn't slow them down. "The Blue Danube" was the title of this piece. A fun, lighthearted piece to warm up too. The music and soft blowing curtains along with the floral scent made the scene surreal but no more peaceful and gorgeous. Ballet was a true art form. No words are needed. The way to express emotion is through dance. The dancer shone in the rays of sunshine through the windows. A small sheen of sweat to show a good days work. The graceful tall figure continued into Fouetes and leaps until the sun had started to set. Only then was the room quiet and started to calm down the bar held strong as the dancer pushed and pulled stretching he tired muscles. Soon after the room was empty and quiet as the dancer left the studio.

Ballet may not be the manliest form of dance but to Lance McClain, it was a great way to exercise, self-expression, and he absolutely loved the grace and beauty of it. He had grown up doing it to stay in shape and ended up sticking with it realizing he had a passion but also a talent. He was top of his class and was working towards a ballet school in New York. A ballet school dreams came true in. He had been dancing for about 11 years now and was ready to go further in his training. He could only dream of his future on his long walks home after rehearsal. He didn't mind the walk today though. It was July and he had only a month until he heard if he was accepted into this Dance School's Auditions. He smiled at the thought and turned his music up letting it take control of his body. His steps became bouncy and in sync with the soft melody as he danced home that evening. He only stopped realizing he had passed his home by a few feet. He laughed softly to himself and proceeded to walk up to the front door. He stopped and looked over his shoulder him. The location of his quaint house was on top of a small hill overlooking a park with a small river running through it. The way the setting sun sparkled off the water filled him with joy and ease. Instead of entering the house he sat down on his porch swing enjoying the view and the nature sounds of birds singing and small children playing in the park. Man, he loved life.

As the moon crept out and the owls started their somber songs, inside the house was Lance. Digging through his barren fridge looking for a good supper. He had trained hard today and needed a good meal. He sighed a little before closing the door to the refrigerator and grabbing his keys. It was time to do some grocery shopping. The boy walked into his bathroom and flipped the overhead light on. He gazed at himself in the illuminated mirror. The lighting r4eally brought out his soft caramel skin and he couldn't help but smile. He was dazzling. He rolled his eyes a little at his narcissism but couldn't help thinking he was a catch. Great personality. Great looks. But why then? Why has no one fallen for him yet? Not that he had time for a boyfriend when all he did was dance. He shrugged the sappy romance out of his mind, fixed his soft brown locks and left the room slipping off the switch on his way out. He threw on a light windbreaker, grabbed a grocery bag and left his house. After locking up he started down the sidewalk. Still warm from the hot summer sun, a nice breeze blew through the trees spreading the aroma of the apple trees his neighbors had. He breathed in deep and exhaled a sigh. Nothing could beat a good walk in the summer's night. The moon was bright and full and lit up the sidewalk in a soft yellow glow. It went perfectly with the song that had just started playing ."Moonlight Sonata"

After a brief ten minute walk, he arrived at his local grocery store. The shelves packed with all kinds of foods from pasta to cereals to cakes and muffins. He grabbed a shopping basket and made his way down the aisle to the back right corner of the store where they held the produce. A nice salad sounds like a nice dinner. Maybe he would treat himself and add croutons to it! He stopped and realized how sad of a thought that was. He decided to really treat himself and grabbed a small candy bar. He followed a very strict diet to keep his body in the best possible shape I could be in need to be perfect for his audition. That didn't stop his cravings though. One candy bar wouldn't hurt. He tossed the sweet treat into his basket of green vegetables. He then went to find a drink for the evening. He decided on a nice bottle of sparkling water. Pomegranate cherry flavored. Once he finished his small shopping trip he placed the basket on the counter. His mind drifted off too far away places as the cashier started ringing in his items.

"Cash or card?"

Lance snapped out of his thoughts only at the random voice. "What?" He asked looking over at the cashier. Only then he noticed how absolutely gorgeous he was. Long black hair. Piercing Violet eyes.

"Cash or card?" The boy asked again. Lance quickly collected himself before a fly could buzz into his gaped mouth. The boy had an eyebrow slightly raised and a semi-annoyed appearance on his face.

"Cash!" He practically shrieked. "Please" He added a little quieter that time. As he handed the money to the boy his eyes couldn't help but wander to the name tag. Lance grinned slightly. Keith. What a great name.