Once upon a time, lived a man who loved to write. He wrote amazing stories for kids. But it wasn't for the money or to become famous. He did it for his little granddaughter. She loved to do ballet. She loved it more than anything. The man took noticed of this and decided to make a story. About his beloved granddaughter. It was about a prince and a crow. Although the prince was supposed to fall in love with a beautiful ballerina. He wanted his granddaughter to know how wonderful she was. And how much she meant to him. But he only got half of the story done until he suddenly passed away. Leaving the story book without an ending. His son read the story book after the old man's passing. He published it in the old man's name. But never let his daughter read it. The son hated the fact that his father cared more about his granddaughter more than anything. To even make a book about and for her. So he made sure to never let his daughter do anything that was included in the story. Which meant that she was forbidden to ever to dance ballet. He also isolated her from ever to speak to any boy. But even so the son owned a school made for ballet dancers. Although he forbid his own daughter from even having ballet slippers. The granddaughter felt hopes as all her dreams got taken away from her. Leaving an empty space in her heart. All that she had left was the music box that was from her grandfather. Although she didn't know what secret were within it. She passed that music box down to her daughter, and her daughter passed it down to her daughter. And the cycle continued. Until one day one a little girl got a bit too curious. That she couldn't help but turn the music box on. If the music box was turned to play it's tune the magic within the book was to come true. For the prince and the crow were to come out. So for has this quiet town, became something else. Storytelling and reality has become into one. (Re-writing this part)