"Hey Roy! Look at me!" Eleven year old Riza exclaimed. Fourteen year old Roy looked up from the comic book he had found in a dumpster. His best friend was dancing around on the tips of her toes. Arabesque, pique turns, eleve, and jumps all perfect, even without an ounce of ballet training.

Roy was in awe. "Where did you learn that?" He asked, not taking his eyes from what he thought was the very definition of beauty, grace, strength and perfection.

"Books." Riza replied, still completely focused on her dance. Having no music, Riza began to sing so as to make her own. "I was a little girl
Alone in my little world
Who dreamed of a little home for me.
I played pretend between the trees,
And fed my houseguests bark and leaves,
And laughed in my pretty bed of green.

I had a dream
That I could fly
From the highest swing.
I had a dream.
"

As Riza finished singing, she ended her dance with a curtsy. Roy clapped. The dancer smiled. "Someday Roy, I'm going to be a prima ballerina."

That night when Riza and Master Hawkeye were asleep, Roy snuck into town. The young alchemist and thief went right to the mayor's house, knowing that his daughter was a ballerina. He dug through their dumpster. After half an hour of digging and loosing quite a bit of hope, he finally found what he was looking for. A pair of pointe shoes. They were pretty banged up and dead but the boy was able to fix them up so they were in a useable state at the very least.

As dawn crept into the town, Roy went back into the basement where he and Riza slept. Slowly lifting the blankets from around her feet, Roy slipped the pointe shoes onto the ballerina's feet, clumsily lacing up the ribbons around her ankles. As he finished, he realized that Riza wasn't asleep when he heard her singing. "Long walks in the dark
Through woods grown behind the park,
I asked God who I'm supposed to be.
The stars smiled down on me,
God answered in silent reverie.
I said a prayer and fell asleep.

I had a dream
That I could fly
From the highest tree.
I had a dream."