Lonely, Grey bends his knees, performing a few graceful plies with the support of the barre. As he moved slightly down, he felt glorious in his attire. The black turtleneck was so tight that it felt as if it was part of his body, and the thick, white footed tights gave him unbelievable movement. His shoes were a precise fit, completing the outfit.
He felt the need to dance with someone now more than ever. [/i]