Brookstone!

Your dance instructor yelled. You sighed quietly and froze, watching as he stalked over to Cole. Cole was new, he couldn't really dance. He didn't look like he wanted to either.

Brookstone, light on your feet. Stand straight and do it again.

Cole looked down silently and took a shaky breath. He tried to do it again, but he fell to the floor again. The teacher shook his head.

Are you even trying, Brookstone? I do not see what your father sees in you.

Cole's fists clenched and he whispered.

I can't do this..