Earth below us,

drifting, falling.

Floating weightless,

coming home...

 

-Peter Schilling (Major Tom)

 

Grayce

 

The world of ballet has forever offered every little girl the promise of their own princess dreams fulfilled. In gossamer tutus and sparkly tiaras, they are made to float across the stage, aloft in the strong arms of their handsome prince.

 

Trust me, this shit ain't easy.

 

It's hard fucking work making this kind of magic and since my buddy Clark and I are the only two boys here at Madsen Ballet Academy, we got our handsome prince work cut out for us.  It's ok though, we both love it and being two guys out of 300 girls... well me 'n my boy both highly benefit from those odds let's just say.  It's not all fun 'n games though.  I got my teacher, Troyos practically up my ass about not applying myself enough and then I got my bro Clark being all cagey and weird around me lately...

 

Clark

 

I don't know what it is lately about watching Grayce rehearse.  I guess I get pissed off because he barely has to try and I have to work twice as hard to be just as good.  Every girl in this school wets their tights over him and can barely wait until it's their turn to have his arms around them even if it's just for a brief lift across the floor.  I get pissed off because, well... I'm jealous.  Yeah, I am.  I'm a little jealous of Grayce but, I think I'm a little jealous of that ballerina soaring through the air in his strong arms too.  Where's the rule that says I always have to do the heavy lifting?