We walk in the building and nervousness rises in my body. My legs feel weak, my stomach becomes heavy, and my palms begin to perspire. So many people think I'm very good at dancing, but it is all of the moves the JY pd taught us. I have never been naturally good at dancing, so being here, with Jiyong, terrifies me.

  The music is alive and people seem to be having fun. Looking around, I notice that everyone seems to be dressed nicely, and while Jiyong is dressed appropriately with his black dress pants, and white long sleeved button up top, my concert attire is very different. It is a pink ruffle and silk shirt that has glitter slung all over it, and the shorts that go with it, match. my high heels are hot pink - and killing me, but all of the women in the room are wearing heels, so I up my discomfort and continue on.   A new song begins, and I recognize the tempo as something played when you want to dance the tango. A hand is held out to me, and I look up at a smiling Jiyong. Reluctantly, I take his hand, and we begin to move. When I was a trainee, I was forced to take a dance class and we learned of the tango in it. At the time, I dreaded taking the dance class and hated JY pd for making me take it. However, the situations have definitely turned the tables, and I only wish I had paid more attention in that dance class.   We begin to move to the music, and I am greatly surprised at how good of a dancer Jiyong is. I feel as though I shouldn't be surprised, though, as he has become pretty popular in the fashion world, so it seems like he could do just about anything!   "Where did you learn to dance?"   I ask him just before he spins me around. I feel as if I'm falling to the ground, and brace for not only the impact, but the embarrassment, but it does not come and I feel Jiyong's arms wrapped around me. Aish, I must remember that some of these dance moves are in fact dance moves.   He smiles a certain smile at me, and I know that he can feel my nervousness radiating through the room.   "My mom loved dancing. When I was a kid, we would turn on music and dance for hours. I didn't realize, but when I became a trainee and had to enroll in a dancing class, I had received so much knowledge of dance from my mom that none of the things the dance instructor was telling me was new. How about yourself? I mean, it's not rumor that Ahn Sohee is a good dancer, but that's stage dance. Where did you get your off stage moves?"   I cannot stop the laugh that rushes out of my throat, but as it does, I feel my cheeks turn red as a few of the dancers around us turn their heads.   "I've never thought of myself as a decent dancer. People tell me that I have the body for it, which may be why I look so good on stage, but the only dancing lessons I've ever took was three years of ballet when I was five years old, and the dancing class I had to take as a trainee. Other than that, I usually don't dance, because I don't see myself as being a good dancer."   Jiyong gives me a curious smile, and I cannot help but to smile back.   The song ends and the room is filled with claps. In a split second, my body seems to relax. I look around the room and notice that it isn't just young people here, but older as well. In fact, the elderly make up most of the crowd. People come here to have a good time, not show off their skills. I feel much more relaxed knowing that I won't be judged for my lack of skill, and know now to just have a good time with Jiyong while I still can.   An old slow song comes on, and Jiyong places one hand on my hip before reaching the other hand out for me to take. I smile in appreciation towards him, and gladly accept his hand, while placing my other hand on his shoulder. We sway back and forth with the crowd, and the atmosphere becomes normal; almost like everyone in this room has been long term friends. I appreciate this atmosphere, and have craved it ever since I first debuted. I must remind myself to thank Jiyong later.   "My family was never the richest family. We were poor, but happy. Whenever it seemed like one of my friends had something new, or their family was waving the riches to all of the other families, I always felt happy knowing my family did not care. My mom would tell me not to be selfish, and to remember that mo