Christi Swanson slipped into her ballet shoes. She was eternally gratefull she didn't have to go outside, it was freezing. Her no good boyfriend Devo had slipped out about half an hour ago. He had apperantly gotten his hands on some money, she was certain he was on his way to get high right now.<br/>She sighed. She knew she should dump him, but she couldn't. She loved him, and she also felt guilty. She was the one who had introduced him to the drugs, back when they met in her rebelious teens. They had loved fast and wild. They had lots of good memories from that time, but also bad. Nights spent in the ER waiting room after the other one ODed...it had been really bad for awhile. Eventually, with the help of her friends and loved ones, she had tried to beat her addiction. She managed to get sober, but Devo didn't.<br/>It still pained her to see him sneak out. They both knew where he would go: chasing the next high. He was still an amazing singer, she had no doubt his band could make it big as long as he managed to focus on it. But with their current lack of money Devo hadn't been able to focus anything except how to score more drugs. There were even talk of kicking him out of the band.<br/>Christi sighed as she started limbering up. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and couldn't help but smile at  her own reflexion. She still thought she looked damn cool. She had her ballet leotard and shoes on, sharply contrasted by her black t-shirt and green mohawk. She didn't do much ballet these days, but she still liked to hone her skills so she wouldn't become rusty. Even though she mostly danced in music videos and on broadway these days, you never knew. She'd be bound to find a new job soon, it would be a shame to have to pass on it because her skills weren't up to par.