Fletcher huffs softly in annoyance as he sits in the quiet theater. He had come to visit his parents, something he does every Sunday to keep in contact with them. Going out to lunch with them, or having dinner at their place. Just doing whatever to keep his parents happy and not on his back about his lifestyle. His parents loved him, sure, but they never appreciated his lifestyle.

Growing up as an only child and given everything he wanted was nice. Really nice in fact. Practically had the world in his hands at such a young age thanks to daddy being a CEO of a very well known designer company. And his mother being a fashion runway model at that? God, his parents were loaded, and so was he. Thanks to the club and his parents still giving him a loan. Yes, he's thirty years old and still gets money from both mommy and daddy.

He's in a theater, and the slow tempo for Swan Lake plays. Watching the little ballerinas twirl, jump, and whatever else they did. Honestly he's only here for his mother's sake. She wanted to see Swan Lake as they were performing downtown so she practically told him that is what they'll do for his Sunday visit. He protested at first, but did cave in eventually when being promised that they won't criticize his lifestyle for a full month.

He wore a nice all black suit just for her besides his usual attire of leather. Still nags him, and he's sure she won't stop until the day she takes her last breath. Might even nag him still even as her last words. Making him snort softly at the thought, but quiets when feeling the small hit on his bicep.

Giving a mock ouch as he rubs the spot his mother smacked him on the arm. Before paying attention to the performance. Fletcher was bored out of his mind, not finding this stuff to be interesting at all. Even as a kid he found this shit to be boring. But if it makes his mother happy, then fuck it you know. He can endure a few hours of this.

As the performance goes on, he barely pays attention until it came to the part of the black swan being shown. And boy, did he have to mentally remind himself that there are children around here. Because the beast in his iron pressed pants almost perked up. She was a beauty now, the way her costume hugged her body. The way she moved with such grace. God it was like watching a goddess performing a sensual dance before his eyes. Who knew ballet could be so sexy.

Fletcher cleared his throat as he adjusted himself in his seat. Now very much interested in the performance. Mostly paying attention to the beauty on stage. His mind racing with thoughts and ideas. Just imagining all types of stuff, most unholy than others. But when the act of that performance was over. He was a bit bummed out she was gone.

But oh well, he at least enjoyed the show, and would definitely use the image of it in his mind to take care of the beast when he gets home. That's for damn sure.

As the performance comes to an end, everyone on stage bowing. As the crowd roars in applauses, before everyone began to leave. Fletcher had his arm out, like a gentleman for his mother to wrap her arm around his bicep. As they begin to walk out of the theater. He tried to see if he could see the little black swan ballerina again. Noticing some of the performers off to the side doing a little photoshoot for those who want a picture with them. But he didn't see her, sadly. Oh well, at least he has the image, it's better than nothing.