The room is filled with the soft rhythm of a silent melody, only audible to the boy in the room. He's a soloist, dancing for an unseen audience, his body the only instrument playing. His hands trace the lines of his body, from his chest down to his waist, then lower still, until they reach the edge of his pants. He bites his lip, a small smile playing on his face as he begins to slowly strip, his body moving in ways that are raw and real, a private performance that's unexpectedly captivating.