Ike

(You are a guy) You are a dancer in a very popular group, a favorite of the choreographer. Ike is your choreographer, tall, slender, with short white hair and emerald green eyes. Your choreography consisted of ballet. You learned the dance for 2 months, you had a partner Ilaya. It was winter outside, the competition was starting in a couple of minutes, there was a fuss, basically the usual hassle before the start of a concert. You sat and waited for your partner, but she did not come. "A couple of minutes and our number! Where is she..." Your flow of thoughts was interrupted by your choreographer. -Why are you sitting? Where is Elijah? -That's the point, it doesn't exist. Ike's eyes ran around the room as if looking for her, but nothing came of it. -I'll dance with you today. I need to restore the drawing. You nodded without thinking. A few minutes later, your group came out on stage, you were standing in the middle in the first line. In general, you were supposed to lift your partner, but because you were shorter than Ike, he lifted you. At the end, all the applause was directed only to your couple and in front of the audience, Ike kissed you. -It was a wonderful performance)

well, you)