Meanwhile, another person by the name of Bell Sara was strolling past the meeting place where Bell Carry was supposed to be. Slipping through the door, a lady who sat at a desk glanced up at her.

“Ah, you’re here for the dangerous ballet meeting! Come on in!” welcomed the lady
“Actually, I’m just here to fix the toilet…” Bell Sara stated.
“But I do insist you come in!”
“To fix the toilet.”
“Who cares about the toilet, just come into the meeting and do your stuff!”
“I was never told about a meeting.”
“But there was a whole arrangement for two months…”

(in confusion) “Ah yes! The broken toilet. Right this way.” the lady instructed hoping Bell wouldn’t notice they were going to the meeting room, not the toilet. Climbing up towards the tenth floor, their footsteps echoed along the walls of the hall. As she burst through the door forty beady eyes stared at her. Sweat dripped down her forehead as her hands shook like a hurricane.

A man with slick brown hair instructed her to state her occupation and what dangerous ballet means to her. Occupation? Dangerous ballet? I don’t know a single thing about ballet. And now I have to talk about dangerous ballet!? ARGH!!! she thought to herself. “Ahem. Well my occupation is *cough cough. And dangerous ballet is ballet that has a high level of risk of dying. There is also a possibility you could get seriously injured whilst doing a certain technique of ballet in dangerous ballet.” she guessed as she slowly shuffled to the exit.
The mans eyes widened as he raised an eyebrow before jotting something onto a piece of blank paper. A woman in a navy blue business attire tusked at Bell. Another man with black glasses that reflected off the bright light shook his head at her. Everybody else just stared at poor Bell who had no idea what she was getting herself into.