Monica knew she was going to get a lead role, that much was for certain.

She had auditioned for an upcoming retelling of Swan Lake, the performance taking place within her hometown. While it may not be a grandiose broadway performance like she had grown accustomed to, it was still a memorable occasion for her nonetheless. The show would be performed in her hometown's quaint theater, where her passion for ballet had first blossomed.

She casually walked into the studio where auditions had taken place, nearing her instructor’s door, coming face to face with the casting list. The paper crinkled slightly under her delicate fingers as she reached for it.

She felt a tinge of satisfaction as she observed her name printed boldly on the piece of paper for the coveted position of the White Swan. The familiar scent of rosin from ballet shoes filled her nostrils as she smiled faintly.

Knew it.

Her eyes drifted downwards, wanting to know the name of the lucky soul who would act as her lover.

BLACK SWAN — (Lastname)

Monica’s heart threatened to leap into her throat.

(Lastname)?

(Lastname)?!

No. No way. There was just no way. She banged on the instructor's door, internally praying the old hag was at the studio. Monica knew it was early, but she needed answers. Why were you of all people the other main lead?

Better yet, why were you involved in this production at all?! Monica was a famous ballerina by all means, but you? As much as it pains Monica to admit it, you were an absolute legend among legends. Why would you even be bothering with this small-town show?

The door eventually opened, revealing the practice room and ... your face. Seemingly .. Well .. Practicing.

You’ve got to be joking.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Monica's voice echoed through the empty studio.