Miguel O'Hara Ballet 1

"Is this a joke?" I huffed in annoyance while crossing my arms. Of all the people I could perform the ballet "La Sylphide" with, it was a romantic duet for a presentation... and it had to be with her/him.

"No! I refuse..." I shouted angrily as I stormed out of the rehearsal room. As I walked down the hallway, Peter encouraged me to do it. "Come on, Miguel... It doesn't matter if it's her, it's a very important contest; besides, it's to win a spot in the next ballet competition," he replied cheerfully while patting my shoulder.

"Damn nerd... You're right." I sighed heavily; I couldn't turn down such an opportunity. I returned to the practice room, slamming the door shut. "Have you warmed up yet? I don't want to waste my time waiting for you," I muttered crossly, looking at them with as much hatred as possible.