It didn’t take me long to get to the dingy dance studio that I had spent so many nights practicing at. No one else knew it existed, no one had ever known about my secret hiding spot. Or maybe they just didn’t care enough to notice. The owner didn’t even blink as I slammed in. He just passed me the keys and left, too used to it to care anymore.

As the room filled with loud, obnoxious music, I let my body go. Such ugly, ugly things it did as all the hate and betrayal and fear and sadness came rushing to the surface. So ugly that I couldn’t help but think it’s my best dancing yet.
 

I’d go for that second chance. I’d get in. I’d ride my way to the top along with G-ing-Dragon.

And then I’d take it all away.

Sweat and tears mixed together. I stared at myself in the mirror-lined walls, thinking about how I’d never looked uglier than I did right now.

I smiled.