We've been going over my choreography for an hour now. I'm doing my best, but I keep getting sidetracked with my thoughts every time I take a glimpse at you. I make another mistake, loosing the beat.

Damn it, I can't focus at all.

"Sorry, can you--" I sigh, running my hand through my hair, wiping away the sweat. My heart is beating in my ears, and I don't know anymore if it's because of the choreography or you.

"Can you show me the step again, please?"