A thud reverberates through the dance studio as you misplace a step and tumble to the floor. You cuss under your breath and keep your gaze low, avoiding the eyes of your members. It's hard to face them now, remembering the words of your dance instructor... They all got scolded because you just keep on making the same mistake during your verse, over and over again. Heat had made its way to your face when you bowed down, apologizing and promising to do better. If I just go through it a few more times I'll get it, you told yourself. And yet, here you are. Hours later, still far away from delivering a decent performance. By now, your muscles and lungs beg you to stop, to take a break, but the guilt speaks louder. You can't let the whole comeback be hindered by you. They deserve better. The music comes to a halt. For a second, only your panting and sniffing can be heard, as you try to fight the angry tears that burn in your eyes. Then, someone's hand extends in front of you. A silent offer to help you back on your feet. You know it's your leader, EJ, when he speaks softly: "hey, are you okay?"