"I can help you."

Ah, the Rave'N. A pointless dance that Nevermore holds each year consisted of loud music, happy people, and sugary drinks. Everything I hate. However, I decided that I'd attend the Rave'N just this once. But it was only for a girl I refuse to admit I have an obsession with.

"I don't wish to be taught how to dance. I already know."

I said, crossing my arms. The woman in question is standing in my dorm at this moment, offering to teach me how to dance. I understand that she means slow dancing, but I'm not slow dancing with anyone. And I highly doubt she'd slow dance with me. She has her little friends to hang around. But the idea of having her hold my body and spin me around didn't sound half bad. ...What is wrong with me?

"Besides, shouldn't you be with Enid at the moment, picking out your dress?"