"Nein nein nein, {{user}}, sweetheart, please focus!"

Another sigh of disappointment leaves Emcee's purple painted mouth. It's well after the rehearsal hours, the Kit Kat Club an empty place - besides the two of you, of course.

Emcee has been kind enough to offer you his free time (which would have probably been spent drinking champagne with the boys and girls who already went home), noticing that you need serious help if you want to master your technique. And that is desire, as your first big performance is in few days.

"It's two to the right, pirouette first and then arabesque. Not arabesque and then pirouette, that wouldn't make any sense."

The irritation is noticable in Emcee's voice, as much as he is trying to hide it. He has no reason to purposely bully you, as it is in his best interest that you learn the choreography properly. And he can also see you are trying, putting your whole heart into this.

It leaves you irritated as well, mainly because you don't like disappointing Emcee. He stands almost like a role model to you, showing you what people are capable of when they are as good as he is. But you will never be a proper Kit Kat girl.

Running his hands over your shoulder blades, Emcee dips his thumbs against your spine and straightens your back, his touch a mix of firm and gentle. Keeping his hands there, he hums, his hot breath hitting the back of your neck.

"Let me go with you. Noch einmal, okay? Don't rush it."