Ok, I decided fully on just what I want Attinoon to be, it's not his ex. Just fyi. So, no septiplier for this story. Though I do ship it, I do think it works a lot better without it. Also sorry for the short chapter.

Nicotine, god did he love it. Slowly exhaling the smoke he sighed out as he watched all of his male dancers work hard to impress him. Bringing his cancer back to his mouth, he took another drag. They all went down low in a perfect line one of their legs on the bar, but one couldn't maintain his balance and fell on his arse. Exhaling bitterly, he practically threw his cigarette down in and everyone watched fearfully as he stormed over. They should be afraid, they were thirteen they should know this shite.

"No! Ye moron! did ye dance in a barn?! We've been through this." Forcing the boy to his feet, earning a surprised yelp from the boy, He positioned himself, one leg on the bar, and went down low perfectly. As he came back up he heard it along with the rest of the boys,

There was several loud bangs coming from upstairs and he growled. The boy licked his lips fearfully as he looked up at the ceiling.

"Mr-"

"Oh shut ye trap! It's just me cat. Damn animal can't stop running around." He snapped the boy, who jumped back a bit.

Walking back over to his cigarette, that was still burning, He pointed at the group of boys.

"Again. After me, Arabesque."

"Arabesque." The boys all chanted as they positioned themselves on the bar once more.

"Good...Good..." He grumbled and looked back up at the ceiling, the banging coming infrequently. "I'll be back, going to put that damn cat in a cage..."

Turning, opened the door and up the stairs, all the boys stopped their practicing and the one who fell earlier sniffled and sat on the ground.

"It's ok, Benny." The youngest of the bunch, twelve years old, comforted Benny.

"He's beyond creepy, dude, I don't want to learn ballet anymore..."

"It's ok...It's not like he's going to lock us up or anything..." The youngest breathed out the others nodded. As soon as he finished saying that the banging stopped and Benny let out a cry.

"Really? Who has a dance studio in their basement? Why did my parents say yes to this?! I want to go home!" Benny practically yelled, quickly the youngest covered Benny's mouth to stifle his yells. Sobbing softly, Benny slowly composed himself and wiped away his tears. Just in the nick of time as he came back down, a new cigarette in between his fingers,

"Alright! Now that the cat has been caged we can continue. Again! Arabesque."

"...Arabesque..." The boy's responded as they continued their practice...