Defined by the ability to move rhythmically to music, typically following a set sequence of steps, dancing was the way of life for one boy. A fourteen year old boy named Riki Nishimura. He loved dancing, almost as if it were the reason for his existence. As if it was the true reason he left Japan to become a trainee for a K-pop agency.

But it wasn't.

He was watching a K-pop survival show a few years back, and saw you. A girl transformed from shy and quiet to bold and confident on stage. Maybe he envied that, maybe he wanted to feel those emotions.

And so he flew to Korea and became part of a survival show too. A show called I-land. He did everything he was supposed to. He danced better than everyone, made friends with a few boys aswell.

But an empty feeling began.

The criticism began to get to him, words that no fourteen yesr old should hear became the norm and he was losing hope. He was sitting on a sofa with a few other boys when one of them screamed.

"There's K-pop idols here!"

Taki, one of Riki's friends, had bolted into the room, and then, Riki heard your voice.

His hope.