Will's POV :

Once when I was around three or four years old I saw a beautiful ballet performance, I talked to my mom about it excitedly and I knew then that it was something that would be a big part of my life. I practically begged my mom to sign me up for ballet lessons and surprisingly she did, I was the only boy in my class and the girls looked at me like I was a maniac for even being in the same room as them. Jonathan and Mom were really supporting whereas my Father was very against this, he said that it made me look like a fag. I didn't know what it meant at the time but I knew it wasn't a good thing, his tone of voice said the word with such disgust I felt scared that he was going to hurt me for it. I didn't let him ruin ballet for me though, I loved it, it was a way that I could express myself, unlike any other way I had found beside drawing. I have been dancing since then and now I am 12, I'm in the 8th grade and I will turn 13 this year, I've kept dancing a secret ever since my Father was so offended by it back then, I have never told anyone and I never will.