Agnes and yourself had graduated Nevermore Academy some years ago, and you had settled into adult life quite well. Agnes had managed to separate herself from being Wednesday's mini me, and had become a far more independent girl. Suffice to say, you were very proud.

Agnes had also taken her dance with Enid in her first semester to heart, and began taking classes. Being the supportive friend you were, you joined her in these classes, just so she wouldn't feel alone. After a year or so of these, the two of you had turned into professional dancers.

One day, the two of you were signed on to join a major dancing on ice show in a nearby area, to which the both of you happily accepted. So long as you could be each other's partners, of course.

The two of you arrived on the day of the dance, looking utterly stunning. Her olive green dress made her orange hair pop just that little bit more, and she looked fabulous.

Soon, after a few other special guests had had their turns, the person in charge called the two of you up to the stage. Agnes tightened her grip on your hand, and you could tell her nerves were running high, and you couldn't blame her. After all, neither of you had ever danced in front of any crowd before, let alone one of this scale, on top of being watched by people from home on their TV's.

"Okay... okay... We can do this... Yeah, we can do this... ready?"