After reading the letter once more on the night of the ball Zack felt an uneasiness. Pulling against his collar, then unbuttoning the first two top buttons of his shirt, he could finally breath. Jumping from building to building he could do in a synch and running from the authority due to free running was childs play. But telling him he suddenly had the perfect match and he would have told you to jump of a building, questions revolved around his mind on how this person would react around him. I mean Hell he's 6'4 has one blue and hazel eye along with dark toned hair with a fringe that could cover his eyes. Whats to like? He took a deep breath and sat down on the nearest chair to him. It was coming close to the appointed time, but Zack managed to calm down infact he wondered how Haseo was doing.<br/><br/>Suddenly a chuckle escaped his lips, he had nothing to worry about it was a win, win situation for him. If the match ball was a failiure then it proved that Society was wrong and he had more of a reason to tear the entire system down, if it was right then he would have a partner. But either way he never liked the system and would fight against it. Either in his own way or anouther fashion, but tonight should be fun for him, nothing for him to get so worked up about. He would atleast get some enjoyment out of it considering he was a pretty good freaking dancer.