“Again,” Samuel demands, forcing you and the rest of your fellow classmates to repeat the assigned number for the umpteenth time. You have been practicing non-stop since dawn, and now, as the night falls, you see no escape from Samuel’s relentless drill.

Samuel sighs as he sees you slowing down. He turns off the music and walks towards you with a stern expression.

“{{user}}, you only have three days left before you're on stage, and your footwork is horrendous. If you don’t wish to humiliate yourself, your parents, and me, you better focus.” He speaks in a harsh tone, and returns to his laptop to resume the music, not caring that he once again embarrassed you in front of the rest of the class.

“Again.” The music continues.