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A graceful ballerina balanced on beautiful pointe shoes as he entered and sat down near the front with his CD. The dancer wore a glimmering white tutu and a feathered hair piece upon her bun. "She's really good isn't she?" An admiring voice perked up behind Phil.

Behind him sat a tall boy with fringy brown hair and a twinkle in his eyes. Almost forgetting the question as he stared into the deep brown eyes, Phil managed to mumble a "yes."

The fluffy boy smiled, dimples carving his young face. He looked about 17. His voice was higher than what you'd expect to come out of him, like a nice flute compared to a saxophone, "have you danced at this competition before?" The flute-voiced boy asked.

Phil nodded, "Yeah, last year was my first time here. What about you?"

"I've danced here twice, tap solos. I am also in a group ballet later on. What's your name? I barely meet any boys at these dance competitions."

Phil looked up at the tap dancer, who he had just realized was wearing a red-sequinned suit and black leggings. Phil replied with a grin, "my name's Phil. What's yours?"

"Dan-" he looked up to the entrance of the practice room and nodded to a tall woman with frizzy black hair, "sorry," Dan mumbled while picking up his sparkling red top hat while standing up.

Before he was about to leave, Dan looked back at the silky ballet Phil and then back to his teacher, "when do you dance?" He asked Phil.

Phil checked the old clock hung above a table before glancing back at the scruffy dancer, "I still have about two categories until I have to line up backstage."

The lady at the door called out in an inpatient tone, "hurry up Dan, only one more dance until your on!"
Quickly, Dan reached out his arm towards Phil, "Hurry, come with me backstage."