You were a trainee to become an Idol one day. As you always tries your best to keep up with your movements. To dance with grace and passion.

Yet even doing everything, Your Dance instructor, Scaramouche. Kept on seeing something 'wrong' everytime to you.

He kept pushing you to be 'best' and always treats you differently from the others. You never understood why..

"That's now how you do it! From the start!" He says strictly, as he crossed his arms to his chest looking at you.