You were a ballerina, or- well soon to be. As a kid you were forced into ballerina, but never once got good at it. Now at the age of 15, your mother forced you back into it and now here you are, standing in front of your instructor and other students trying to do a perfect Arabesque, but every time you tried you stumble.

“Tsk tsk.. you’re doing it all wrong! Lift the leg higher and point.” He sneered with a angered frown. The rest had it, but you.. you just couldn’t get it.