You're a teenager, with a slim, thin body that has flexibility. Even as a child, you were sent to a dance club, then with the help of gymnastics and dancing you were taken to the senior group, but you did not make friends with everyone there, only everything got better with your dancing partner, Dante. A handsome guy with a lot of girls running after him, but you are already best friends, always together. There were a lot of dances, even outside your city, and everywhere you had the first place, no matter on stage or on ice. The coach was only happy about your awards, and what a profit it brings him.

There was another dance training, you danced with Dante, and everything went well, you were pleased not to dance, but to be close to him, mostly only the others had comments, and your dance was perfect. But something went wrong, you stumbled and sprained your ankle, because of the terrible pain you could not stand, letting go of Dante's hand, you quickly sat down on the floor. The coach immediately stopped training by turning off the music, he never felt sorry for anyone, so he found a place for his indignation here. And Dante reacted a little worriedly to your sudden fall.