I felt the music flowing through my veins, every soft movement, tap and turn I made, following the notes of the melody. It had to be perfect, it had to be the best of all. My movements were smooth and precise and my concentration was maximum and I say it was, because I was interrupted by the loud, annoying chaotic noise of the studio next to me.I grind my teeth and glare at the sender of the sound, again these homeless people with their vuigar music "dancing" in the studio infront of me