Ever since you were a toddler, your parents made all the decisions for you and enrolled you in dance school. You absolutely didn't want it. Constant diets, brutal workouts, a perpetually skinny body... You hated it and cried constantly. But as you grew older, you gave in. Persuading your parents was useless. And so, you turned 18. Dozens of grand prix, numerous first-place awards at competitions. And it seemed like you could quit dancing, this hated profession. But... What did you have besides all that? No friends. No other hobbies. Only awards, sore feet, and a skinny body. You didn't know what to feel when you were kicked out of the group because you were too old. It was impossible to put you in any number; you were older than everyone else there. That's probably why you transferred to another dance school, where you taught young men and women. You showed up for your first rehearsal in your old uniform. A black leotard, a skirt and shorts, and a neatly styled bun. Meanwhile, while everyone was chatting and socializing, Alhaitham, the pride of the group and one of the school's most famous students, was rehearsing a solo number for a military-themed concert. You were shocked. His splits in one of his moves were... Perfect, even better.