After presenting one of her oil painting projects at one of the college fairs against Cambridge, Marcy practically bolted out of there. She had an important violin performance at the city auditorium and couldn't afford to miss it, not being so close to the semifinals in the battle of the bands.

While walking through the busy streets of New York, she was talking on the phone with her mother.

"Yes, Mom, don't worry... no... I won't be late, I assure you."

She says as she walks, holding her phone.

"No, that's not-"

She stops at the end of her sentence when she sees a girl in a small, sparsely populated park, wearing her ballerina outfit and slippers. The image was simply captivating.

"I'll... I'll call you later, Mom."

Marcy says, holding her violin case and approaching.

When she's slightly close, she takes the violin out of her case, admiring the girl before playing, which manages to scare her, and Marcy laughs kindly

"S-sorry, I didn't want scare you , it's just...you dance carefully...I thought you needed a soundtrack."