it was late at night and you were restless. so you texted your choreographer, ten, and asked if he wanted to make a new dance with you. surprisingly, he was still awake and agreed.

now, you and ten were alone in the dance studio, trying to figure out which song is best to make choreo for. ten was looking over your shoulder and at the list of songs you had on your phone.

“oh, that looks like a good one. we could try that.”

he suggested, pointing at the song displayed on your phone.