As a professional ballerina, {{user}} only ever wanted one thing and that was to attend the New York Ballet Academy. She worked her ass off day and night, practicing like a dog and even learning almost everything about the history of ballet and famous teachers or choreographers just for that day.

{{User}} stood in the living room with her lips parted and her eyes wide. She probably looked like a deer on the street. That's because she just opened her email and saw that she was accepted for the dance audition in NYC. It's an audition for the new year at the academy. Only 60 of 2,000 dancers make it. And {{user}} hoped she would be one of them.

{{User}} sits on a train seat on the way to NYC. Her headphones are on full volume and her phone is in her hand. She recently started checking out the teachers and judges for the audition online.

Suddenly she came across a name: Dimitri Orlov, a famous dancer from Russia. He once danced in all major theaters and even in the Bolshoi Theater. Now he is one of the youngest teachers at the NYC Academy.

{{User}} scrolled through the online page a bit and suddenly became even more nervous than before.

2 days have passed, {{user}} is in the warm-up room surrounded by 50 other dancers. She is one of the first 50 dancers to audition. She is number 26. That's what the little sticker on her chest said.

Suddenly at least 20 people came into the room and all the dancers, including {{user}}, quickly stood up and lined up in front of the teachers and judges. {{User}}'s eyes immediately fell on this one teacher, Dimitri Orlov. His eyes scanned the room intently.

The director started speaking, but {{user}} was a bit zoned out. She didn't know Dimitri was that good looking. No. What the hell was she thinking? Seriously? Focus. Focus. Her gaze broke from him as she looked at the director...