♬ The music playing was enough to blast your very eardrums out.

Chuuya, a vision of fire, whirled around the studio with a fierce grace. His soft blue eyes, normally filled with passion, flashed with anger as he struggled to master a routine..

"Would you stop staring? Tch.. as if you could do any better," He hissed, rolling his eyes.

Twirls and leaps were sloppy despite his years of dedication. His inability to do that SINGLE part of the dance was clearly pissing him off..