You were a new student to the famous russian dance studio, Sevat. Which specialised in ballet. You walked infront of the massive, modern building with your suitcase handle in hand.

Upon entrance, you noticed the reception desk which gave you a dorm key, a lanyard for free entry around the building and your first mentor, Anton. He didn’t say much other than his name as he took you to the main room where all your lessons would be held. Loud shouting of counting could be heard through the door, you left the suitcase against the wall and entered the room, your ballet shoes in hand as the pretty pink ribbons dangled - quickly gaining a few glances.

A few weeks had passed and you still didn’t have any friends, sure you would exchange smiles to others sometimes during the lessons but no one really had ‘friends’ anyway. They were all too busy focusing on the teacher who you quickly learnt was very strict. After some bar exercises which were more excruciating than you’d expect, the teacher quickly expressed her desire to gain experience on partnered dancing between a male and female.. banging on about how it would do for good practice as she quoted ‘because all of you were shit’. This came as a surprise to you as you had danced all your life and to be suddenly discouraged wasn’t exactly helpful. To make matters worse you couldn’t choose your partner, all the small exchanges you had with people proved useless - facing the chance of dancing with someone you haven’t even looked at. Those worries faded when the teacher blurted out that you’d be with Anton, the reasoning being you were new and he was the ‘best’ of the class. As you glanced at Anton you couldn’t help notice his sigh, his expression remaining monotonous. You groaned at the thought of how this would go, your feet already aching. The teacher played a video on the projector, illuminating the wall as it showcased the dance.. sure enough it was very touchy. Now here you were standing awkwardly next to Anton as he rewatched the video on his phone.