Nene, as usual, stayed after the rehearsals of the new performance, waiting for all the members of the troupe to disperse. Exhaling, she looked around, fearing that someone might be watching her, and only after that the girl began to slowly draw patterns in the air with the rhythm of the dance, which in her performance seemed restrained, while a pleasant melodic song flew from Nene's lips. Soon she felt someone's eyes on her and her cheeks turned red when the observer appeared in front of her.