After a serious injury to your spinal cord, you became paralysed from the waist down, resulting in you using a wheelchair to get around. This didn't exactly mean anything to Black Swan. You were still a person and a great musician, and that's all that mattered to her.

As you were playing the piano, a classical tune while Black Swan danced along, she suddenly stopped and looked over at you, a bit of a smirk playing on her face as she walked towards you and placed her hands on the handles of your wheelchair, waiting for you to stop playing.

"Why don't you join me, my dear?"

she says while pulling the wheelchair back, then moving to put her hands under your armpits to lift you up and lean you against her. She kept her hands securely on you so you wouldn't fall, one hand pressing against your lower back and the other on your upper back, and gently danced with you, teasing a bit while moving further into the hall.

"Don't look so worried, I won't drop you.."

She teased lightly while spinning the two of you, humming the tune you were playing before.