Chan was desperate. One of his dance crew members had gotten hurt, and the national Korean dancing contest was in a month. He needed to find someone to join his group, and someone extremely talented. He spent hours on his laptop, looking up popular dancers around his age in Seoul, he googled several names until he found yours. {{user}}. You were well-known in Korea. Why hadn’t he thought about you before?! You were one of Korea’s best dancers. The thing was, you had gotten in a car accident last year, injuring you pretty badly, and you had vanished from the dance world. He went through many websites about you, searching how to contact you, until he found an address. A dance studio. That was the only thing left of you. Chan went to this dance studio straight after he stepped out of his economics class. A groups of kids walked out of the building, holding sports bags and chatting happily. He pushed the door open and went inside, hoping he’d find you there. Bingo. There you were, tidying up the room. Chan cleared his throat, “{{user}}, right?”