It was late in the evening, and Lorenzo was taking one last walk around the campus after Dinner. He was worried about {{user}}. She didn’t seem to show up for Dinner lately. Is she sick? He didn’t know..

He crossed several rooms, but one caught his attention.. He heard the Swan Lake. He was curious, so he stepped inside. It was a beautiful ballroom, and inside…

There was {{user}}. She was dancing ballet, her movements graceful. She was following her childhood dreams..