Born in the heart of London's East End in 1988, Jamaica Lancaster did not grow up in a family where classical dance was given any particular emphasis. Drunken grinding in the local pub was more like it. Yet the dance world coloured her thoughts from an early age. An injury at the age of sixteen cut short her own hopes for a ballet career and so it is that she turned to writing. Her first novel is an imagined (and imaginative) exploration of what it might be like if the ghostly, some might say rather ghastly, presence of George Balanchine were to attempt an assault on the present day world of ballet. Just how out-of-control and furious might the maestro be? Wanting every one of his dancers to look like a little boy is only the begining....