Mon Chérie

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Zach breathes in and walks to the stage to do what he does best.

Ballet.

Zach revealed his passion for dancing when he was a little boy and his parents exploited his natural born talent.

Signed him up for ballet at the young age of four years old and never let him quit.

Zach's passion as he dances is never seen. He expresses himself through it. All the anger and resentment as his parents are expressed when he dances.

Coming to the conclusion that he doesn't feel any attraction towards women at the young age of fourteen is a tough thing, specially when his parents do not accept that way of life.

He's now a twenty two year old man that finished college with one of the best GPA's of the country.

Zach never had a lover. He doesn't have time for a boyfriend.

He barely has the time to have a smoke break before a show to release his final nerves.

The only free time he has is at night, when he can't sleep. Poor thing suffers from insomnia and over stress.

The lights turn off.

The first scene is over.

Zach walks to the backstage and silently walks to his chair to retouch his makeup.

No one dared to get close to him, much less talk to him.

"Zachary, your position was simply perfect and the emotions on your face were delicious." Corbyn, his ballet master praises him.

"And we're back in two minutes, positions everyone!"

"Thanks." Zach mutters, his expression blank.

The brunet closes his eyes and imagines himself in a big house with his future husband, three kids and a small puppy.

That's his only desire.

He doesn't want to be rich, he doesn't need fame to be happy. He just needs a family.

"Time to get on stage."

Zach opens his eyes and walks to the stage.

The fifth scene begins.

He picks up Kay, the girl that is enticed by his blank face.

The girl confessed her feelings towards him, however the brunet politely declined her. He didn't even know her.

Unfortunately, that's not the first time it happened.

Some girls fall in love with the passion he displays on stage, and some get disappointed when they see that he's nothing more than a emotionless guy.

Zach does one of the most challenging jumps in ballet named Grand Jete that requires the dancer to gracefully propel themselves into the air and appear to do the splits while hovering above the ground for a moment.

A few gasps and claps were heard.

He kept doing that across the stage as the lights dim.

The fifth scene ends.

Zach goes to his bag and grabs his trusty pack of cigarettes he keeps hidden from his mother.

He signs Corbyn that he's going for a smoke and the twenty eight years old nods.

Zach breathes in the fresh air and puts the cigarette tip on his lips.

He lights it up and takes a drag out of it.

The brunet admires the lights on the city. He was always fascinated by them.

They were always shining so brightly, they seemed like the only constant thing in his life.

Zach feels a tear falling from his eye so he quickly wipes it, now mentally cursing himself for having to get inside to fix the makeup.

He puts out the cigarette and throws it to the trash as he puffs out the rest of the smoke.

Zach silently walks back to his chair and puts his airpods on to cancel out the frenzy that was backstage.

He carefully reapplied his makeup, making sure it looked flawless.

He was just finishing it with setting spray when someone tapped his shoulder.

He takes off the pods and turns around.

It was...a girl that didn't look a day over sixteen.

"Can you please help me with my makeup? No one will help and I can't do it alone."

Zach steps out of his chair and nods at her to sit down.

The girl sits down on the chair, completely shocked.

"I'm Ava."

"Zach."

"I know exactly who you are. You're like my idol...I started ballet because of you. Before my mom died she took me to a show where you starred in and I insisted on doing ballet...she only saw my first show."

"I'm sure she was and is incredibly proud of you...and please don't idolize me, I'm just a normal guy that dances."

"How is it being one of the best?"

Zach pondered for a bit.

Should he tell her about the sleepless nights trying to get a choreography in his mind? The cigarettes smoked to avoid snapping at his mother or at Corbyn? The nights he spent crying because his mother told him he had to try harder?

"It feels...weird. A good weird." He simply answers, not wanting to crush her dreams.

"I'm sure your parents are proud of you."

Scenes of his parents yelling at him for not being good enough flash through his mind.

"I bet your family is very proud of you. "

"Specially my brother...I don't know how he does it but he manages to pay for the academy to me and my younger sister Isla every year. He's the best brother ever."

"I'm sure he is."

"Everyone to their positions!"

Zach puts some setting spray on her.

"There you go, like it?" Ava looks in the mirror and smiles widely.

"Wow! It looks just like the other one. Thank you so much!"

"No problem...Good luck."

"Thank you so much!" The girl hugs him and Zach awkwardly pats her back, this form of physical affection wasn't common for him.

In fact, no form of physical affection was common for him.

Zach breathes in.

Start of the second act.