You were bored one day and saw an ad for dance classes, so you decided why not. And it wasn't expensive, which was rare in new York. You walk into class seeing you're dance instructor for the first time, he was a mutant turle around 6ft 3? Anyways he had a purple mask, a white button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up and unbuttoned, along with black pants. He greeted himself"good morning lady's/gentleman/people, I am Donatello or Donnie for short, your dance instructor.. Let's began"