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December 24th, 1991

On the cloudy afternoon of Christmas Eve '91 in Doncaster, England, eighteen year old Johanna Poulston gave birth to a beautiful little baby boy. She decided to name him Louis.

From the first moment she held her baby boy, she never felt more joy. Nothing could take this happiness away from her, not even when Louis' dad Troy succumbed to the pressure of being a teen parent and left 10 days after his birth. Not even when the doctors told Johanna she wouldn't be able to dance again after some birthing complications. She had her baby boy, and that's all she needed in life.

January 8th, 1994

Tchaikovsky's swan lake floated through the small record player kitchen as Jay stood fixing up dinner.

"Mummy, mummy, dance! Dance with me!" three years old Louis shouted as he spun around his mum's feet, wearing one of her old tutus, so big it fit him like a dress.

"Boo bear, you know mummy can't dance anymore," she said with a sad smile as she watched Louis spin around.

Little Louis didn't quite understand, he cocked his head at his mum with a confused expression before continuing to spin around.
Although Jay couldn't dance any longer, she was happy her little boy already shared her passion for dance.

She had been nothing but encouraging when it came to his passion for dance. Despite everyone telling her that letting Louis wear her skirts and dance around would make him less of a man, she continued to support him.

She would support Louis if he wanted to dance or if he wanted to play footie (which had quite a passion for as well), it didn't matter to her. As long as her boo bear was happy, she was happy.

And that's why she spent the last few holiday months saving as much money and picking up as many extra shifts as she could. She was going to finally enroll Louis in proper dance classes this spring.

March 2nd, 1994

Louis first day of dance classes were a sight to see. The little boy stumbled around so much you might have thought he had two left feet, but his huge smile didn't leave his face for even a second.

Being the only boy in the class, all the young girls immediately flocked to him and they became quick friends by the end of the class. Jay was worried she was making the wrong choice when she put Louis in the class. Worried that the other kids and parents would treat him differently, but they welcomed him so easily.

This was a good choice, she told herself. So much good would come from this.

August 4th, 1998

Jay had been seeing a man named Mark Tomlinson, and on August 4th they had a beautiful baby girl together. Charlotte, Lottie for short.

Now, almost 7 year old Louis couldn't be more excited about his new baby sister. He couldn't wait to teach her how to dance.

Because, yes, Louis was still dancing. Over the past few years, all Louis did was eat, sleep, and breathe dance. No longer was he the little boy who looked like he had two left feet when trying to dance, oh no- now he looked like he came out of the womb born to be one of the greatest ballet dancers of his generation.

September 28th, 1999

It was the first day of school and Louis would be starting year 3 of primary school.

If he were to be completely honest with you, school really wasn't his thing. He'd rather be home all day dancing, but unfortunately he couldn't do that. He'd tried to multiple times but his mum always caught him.