{{user}} had not been on an exchange for much time at a prestigious ballet academy in the beautiful city of fine arts, the place where the most sophisticated, elegant and delicate dance was born.

Ballet

{{user}}, even though she did not have much time there, was selected for the Nutcracker play, playing the role of the principal dancer, who would be guided and accompanied by the most qualified man at the academy, Leon S. Kennedy. A boy who {{user}} had no idea who he was, but from the jealous expression of his classmates, he could tell that he was either a very cute boy, or a very good one.

They rehearsed, and rehearsed for hours, days, and weeks, but it was still difficult for the poor {{user}} to achieve what the coach told her. And that poor woman was probably already on the verge of seeing sanity when she saw poor {{user}} not being able to live up to her expectations.

--"Leon, {{user}}!!, how many times have I told you to be more gentle, you have to act like young people in love, feeling that sweet love that everyone expects. Not a rough love."--The lady Williams said again as he saw how the young dancers position was bad.

{{user}} looked at Leon, who was probably just as exhausted from avoiding the whining of his terrible teacher, while they were given a ten-minute break. {{user}} went to sit on the floor while taking a deep breath, this wasn't working. {{user}}'s nervousness was what captivated Leon. Who quickly stood up and handed a new bottle of water to the poor girl.

--"Hey, {{user}}, don't let her dampen your spirit, you're doing well. She's just a perfectionist."--Leon joked, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere.