20 minutes before the show.

“Oh my god, Jamie, you’re truly born to be an Odette. Look at you, so pretty” Harith caresses the feather accent on his hair when they meet in the bathroom.

Jamie smiles form through his reflection in the mirror while he washes his hands “Thank you Harith, how about you? You like your role as my shadow?”

Harith’s body stiffens with Jamie’s sudden remarks. He looks at Jamie’s side profile as Jamie pretends to fix his hair in the mirror while he actually enjoys Harith’s offended face. But in the end, Harith still can maintain his evil wide grin “Every villain is a hero in their own story” he mutters slowly letting every word sinks into Jamie’s mind. His eyes were full of agony yet determination for revenge, something that Jamie already expected from him.

It’s quite funny how Jamie realises from their reflection in the mirror, that he and his white costume and white feathers whereas Harith with the same exact costume but in black. The perfect description of Odette and his shadow. The dark side of him. The jealousy, hostility, and insecurity.

Harith was an amazing dancer. Like any other passionate dancer, he gains calluses and blisters on his feet. He works hard to achieve what he wants. Alas, he lets the demon inside him take control of his mind; he is blind by the end goal he was targeting; he forgets about what he already has as he was too focused on what someone else got. Starving with the others' perfection and blessing until he even doesn’t have time to look after himself. Let the feeling of imperfection gnaw him to the inside, eat the entire interior layer until the only left is the empty shell

“Did you get your happy ending in your story?” Jamie wonders to turn his heel as he faces the older. Harith pursed his lips, frowning with the question, but Jamie knows he actually contemplating the answer.

Harith never lost his smile even in his vulnerable state “I’ll get peace at least”