CH 1 : THE VERY BEGINNING
Sweat dripped off his chin. Music pounding, echoing through the room. It's stressful, one might say. But to him, this isn't anything at all. The rhythmic tapping of everyone's feet against the cold tile synchronized with his just enlightened him. Made him work harder. Dance freer. Rhys had always been this way. Expressive, dedicated.. he was so many things.
The music was loud in his ears, but it's quiet for everyone else. It always played louder to him. He made it clear to himself and to all of the other dancers that he remained dedicated to his work. And if he fell, he would get back up and continue the dance like nothing ever happened.
He slicked his sweat-soaked hair back, tousling his hair. His black uniform even darker now as it clings a little tighter to his skin. He huffs, out of breath as he tries to catch back up to it. He's always been one to overwork himself, but frankly, he liked to. This wasn't just his dream he was playing out, he did this for others too. His mother, whose always had an interest in dance but never was able. His father who did dance, but now continues in his memory. And the people who would watch him perform. They mattered to him. More than the dance itself. More than what he put himself through to even learn that dance.