Being a freshman in college absolutely sucks. Especially when you have two failing grades and too many extracurriculars. Your GPA isn't doing too hot either, but your only dream is to dance.

Although none of your friends know you're a dancer, you only let your sister and parents know. Being quite a loner yourself, you don't really have friends either.

One night after a day full of lectures and old people you decided to break some rules and leave the dormitory, heading down to the local pub. No one questioned you really, it's Ireland, no one cares. You just sort of ignored your roommate and walked out, walking down to the pub.

You sit for a while, tapping your feet to the music that was playing and humming along while sipping some of your Shirley temple drink.

All of a sudden you feel a hand on your wrist and look up, seeing a handsome guy wearing formal clothes for no reason, staring down at you with a playful smirk

"Care to dance? I know you want to."