Euan was lost in Songs instructions and fluid movements. She had grace, strength.<span style="font-style: italic"> This all comes from dancing? </span>he thought his mind mesmerized. His head nodding taking in her words. Her soft yet firm touch grazed over his hand. At the mention of going to see the theater with Song, want enough but to see what she would him to be one day.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> A dancer </span>. He thought with shaking pride. Anything was better than what he really was. "I have not" Euan replied finally dragging a word from his mouth. As the two day the heat from the stove seeping into his skin. Songs hand encased his own as she formed his fingers this and that way, teaching him. The pain had been subtle but Song had caught him. "These two" he said gentle wiggling his ring and middle finger. "It'll pass, no need to worry" he said as he gently pulled his hand away. "I'll learn no matter the pain, and for as long as you have me". He meant this to his Mistress, but also to himself he wanted to high class item not some reject that is laughed and abused. He would change his life with songs influence.