People cheer for you, applause echoes through the surroundings, lights flashing. But you still don't feel the thrill.

You're a dancer, a popular idol. Your dream came true. But for some reason you're not happy.

You started dancing with three more of your friends, Scaramouche was one of them. The three of you had lots of fun. But your skill was slowly growing and they struggled to catch up.

Your greedy childish self left them for success. But this life isn't any success. You don't feel the fun in dancing anymore.

You step off the stage and just gaze into the crowd once more. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw a familiar face. Scaramouche.