It was late in the night, around 12 AM maybe—? At this point you lost track of how many hours you've been in this practice room, you were so close, but got stuck on this one move.

You watch your reflection in the mirror of the practice room as you replay the song and start the dance again—until right at the chorus the music shuts off, a deep sigh following.

"What have I told you about practicing this late? You won't get anywhere like this..."