It was late and Adrian couldn't stop twisting and turning in his bed. He had a busy day and really shouldve been exhausted, but he was anything but. Being a famous model meant he was on a tight schedule, he had to pose in front of a camera for hours on end, attend events and interviews where he had to put on a 'presentable' character, go to auditions, on top of that he also went to school- there was no free time. His father thought it was a brilliant idea to put Adrien into dance class recently to 'improve posture and get more jobs.

"This is a competitor business you know." His father would always say.

But now it seemed like Adrien was just a puppet being controlled, he never felt like himself anymore. Everyday he was just going through the motions without taking any of it in. Adrien tried to shake the thoughts from his head- he was desperate to get to sleep, the next day he had to be up early for more dance and even more photo shoots. It was when his last resort of counting sheep didn't work that he decided it was pointless, there was no way he was getting to sleep that night. He sat up from his bed and rubbed his eyes.

Well now what?

He could go for a walk, the weather seemed nice and he figured it would eventually tire him out.. But hid Dad would kill him if he found out.. But, did his Dad have to know?

Adrian had a mischievous smile, just the thought of sneaking out felt so rebellious. In his mind he saw a cool version of himself, roaming the streets at night, nowhere to be and not a care in the world. The boy in his vision wasn't worried about his father, getting steps right or looking presentable. This version of Adrian had no missing piece that kept him up at night, he had all the freedom in the world. Adrian found himself staring outside from his front door, tossing between leaving or not. As much as he hated it, he was not that cool guy from his imagination. Adrian was about to turn around and go back to bed, but then he was struck with a realisation: He was 16 years old and could leave the house for a walk if he wanted to. He pushed the door open and started running.

Adrien sprinted down the streets, putting all his anxious energy into his legs. He wasn't sure where he was going but damn it felt good to break the rules. As Adrian ran the more his heart accelerated, he couldn't tell if this was from adrenaline or the anxiousness of breaking the rules. Soon his anxiety was taken over by his run, he was completely focused on going as far and as fast as he could. Adrien suddenly became aware of his body, his chest was hurrying and his lungs were desperate for air. He went to a halt to catch his breath, maybe his fast heart rate was just from sprinting for 10 minutes straight. Adrian took a moment to take in his surroundings after he had recalibrated himself. He was so caught up in letting out all his anxious energy he had no idea where he was actually going. Nothing was familiar to him, he hadnt been outside enough to even have a clue where he was. It seemed like he was in a city of some sort, closed outlet stores were on the sides and street lights lit up the road. He continued walking, taking in the atmosphere. There was a light sound of bass music and as Adrien walked further down the street the sound came stronger. He found himself chasing the music, curious to where it would lead, this time at a slower pace. As he walked he started hearing cheering, this only intrigued his curiosity more. The street lights became dimmer and less frequent and soon Adrien was confronted with a crowd in a sketchy alley way.

This screams trouble.

Adrien could've just turned back, but he couldn't help being drawn to the music. He pulled his hood over his head, making sure his face was hidden. If there was one to place to not want to be recognised, it was here. He pushed his way through the crowd, muttering polite 'excuse me's and 'sorry's, the crowd didn't seem to mind as they were too absorbed in the action in front of them. Once Adrien was far enough in the crowd to see what was exactly happening, he was shocked.

Two girls dressed in fluorescent colours were battling it out in what looked like to be a dance off. One with black hair who was covered in hot pink and the other blonde with green and black clothes. They both sported crop tops however the one in pink wore puffy cargo pants whereas the other had shorts over her leggings. Why are there so many people? Is this some kind of underground dance gang? Was this what kids were up to nowadays? Was he really out of the loop? Either way Adrien was amused and was happy to see what was coming next. He had to admit the two in front of him had style. They complimented each other nicely and it seemed more like a duet than a battle. Before long the two finished off their dance, disappearing into the crowd.

"And now we have the moment you've all been waiting for." A man in a red cap with blue face paint entered the ring. "The showdown."

The crowd cheered, it seemed Adrien picked the right day to have a mental breakdown and run off to an unknown city.

"In the ring we have Mr.Pidgeon!" The boy in red signalled to the left, and in came in a man in grey street wear.

"And now Please welcome our crowing champion, Ladybug!" The annoncer signalled to the right.

In entered a tall, strong built woman dressed in a red and black polka dotted sports bra and black track pants. Her face had been painted red which made her small but striking blue eyes stand out. Her entire aura enticed Adrian that he couldn't help but to stare as she walked into the dance ring.

"Ah Mr Pidgeon." She stretched her leg in anticipation for the battle to come. "Good on you for coming out tonight, I for one would of never showed my face in public if I had an act like you did last time."

"I'm strong enough to recognise and learn my mistakes. A skill you don't know Ladybug." The pigeon replied Cooley.

Adrian couldn't help but to chuckle the ridiculous names of these dancers. Although there was no denying they were appropriate, the woman was dressed in red and black polka dots and the mans nose admittedly resembled a birds.

"I guess so." Ladybugs eyebrows raised to challenge the boy. She held a posture that was so dignified, no words could phase her. "I'll let you go first, you know what they say, the early bird gets the worm."

As those words were said the music became louder and the pigeon boy stumbled, he was not expecting a sudden start. Ladybug found this amusing and Adrian found that amusing. Quickly the pigeon regained his composure and began dancing to the intense beat. His dance moves were interesting, nothing like the ballroom dances Adrian did at home. There was no care, no counting of steps, just pure improvised body movements to the beat. His dancing resembled that of a birds mating dance, arms flapping, neck elongating, it was oddly beautiful.

Then it was ladybugs turn. Adrian was on the edge of his toes, never being so keen to watch someone dance in his life. She gave a confident smirk before beginning her dance, closing her eyes and letting her body do the work. She managed to be elegant but strong. She was completely in tune with what she was doing, perfect turns, perfect cartwheels, perfect everything. Adrian felt something he had never felt before while watching her, it was an overpowering Joy, as if he found the missing piece from his life. She was in her own world in that dance floor and Adrian wanted to be a part of it. A world so free of responsibilities and pre-meditated steps, just pure joy, doing what you want when you want. What he would do to get up and join the red painted girl, crazy flips and all. As the music dimmed out Ladybug opened her eyes and locked them with the pigeon, finishing her cartwheel. She gave a look that said "I've won." And by the pidgeons face, he knew it as well.

The crowd cheered.

"Looks like we've got a winner."

The pigeon boy humbly clapped.

Ladybug went red as she accepted the applause, losing the calm and collected stance she put on. She gave a small chuckle as she bowed towards the crowd watching. Even when she wasn't standing strong and powered, Adrian found her enticing. Ladybugs eyes then met with Adrian's and she gave a wink which made his heart feel like it escaped his body. She continued her bows and curtseys as if the wink was a throw away move, but to Adrian it was more than that. It meant that for one second he was apart of the red painted girls world.

And that's all he wanted.

If there's one thing Adrian took away from that experience, it was that he wanted to be a break dancer. He didn't know how, but it was going to happen. And he was going to dance with that girl with red face paint