Every little girl one day in their life wanted to be to be a ballerina, And if your sitting there saying "no, i never did. I always wanted to be a wrestler", bitch..your lying. So just sit there and fucking admit it. Thank you. Back to where I was. Angelique Leon was just like any little girl, she wanted to grow up to be a ballerina. But as she tried more of the things she desired to do, the quicker she found out that it would be a very difficult with Rice around. Rice was part of her, she would be there through all the fights and the disasters. So through thick and thin, Rice would ALWAYS be there. But Angelique was determined to put aside the fact that she had Rice around everywhere she went. At the age of seven years old Angelique tried out for her first part in one of the biggest Christmas plays in New York City. She had been training, very disciplined for a seven year old actually. She remembered the moments after she had finished dancing how she felt; her hands weren't as cold, she was catching up on her breathing, and her left leg was bouncing a mile a minute as she waited for the other dancers to finish. But her name was never called back, she wouldn't get the chance to shine. That was when Rice first came around, Angelique had lifted her puffy red eyes to a little girl who had obviously gotten a part. She watched the girl until she had walked into the bathroom, following her very closely. Angelique's eyes weren't the soft brown that they always were, yet they were a deep, vicious black. Ten minutes later, Angelique grabbed her mothers hand and escorted her out to the car, her pretty eyes wide with fear. She knew what they would find, that little red headed girl laying on the floor with blood coming from her forehead. Oh well, that was then. // Her fingers were tapping on the leather arm rest of the chair, she eyed her fingers slightly admitting to herself that it was time to get her nails redone. Her left leg was bouncing up and down quickly, up and down.