11 First step.

After warming up and doing some muscle stretches, Lucas practised his favourite songs.

The songs featured the flexibility and versatility of Lucas's dance forms. It portrayed the scope of Lucas's current ability.

It was far from perfect, much behind the professional dancers who were in the industry, but had unlimited potential.

After wiggling his body once more, he did an Aerial Flip and landed. It did not mean he was utterly bad, his movements were full of power and serenity.

He did a quick back tuck and saw the timer slowing ticking down to 0. A voice from the speakers announced it was time.

Lucas looked around and smelled himself. He didn't bath, did he?

Excitement over cleanliness, if mom knew it, she'll probably throw me in a washer.

He was covered in sweat. Glistening beads contoured his cheek-bones and moved its way to his clavicle.

It wouldn't be wrong to call him close to the epitome of natural beauty.

It could be enhanced, but the plain view of it was captivating.

He wiped himself with a towel, wore his glasses and quickly left the atelier.

Take a bath and go to the stylist!

Lucas had a small case of mysophobia, so he couldn't wait to go to the hotel.

He didn't use the studio showers for this reason too.

He scrubbed and washed and ran to the nearest stylist possible.

Nothing much, his hair was a little more fluffy.

But it was beautiful.

The light hair strands added a touch of indolence and diligence. It made him look hard-working yet carefree. The faint shadows produced by his hair, gently converged into his skin, creating a beautiful piece of art.

His hair had a fringe to the left, bouncy as ever. It had parted hair strands, instead of looking messy it added to the charm.

The stylist gasped in admiration but then continued on with his work.

Lucas went outside with his glasses and his mask.

It's time.

3:00 PM.

My first ever step.

My first step into the pages of history.