With her feet screaming for rest, the dancer dances through the unsafe streets, begging desperately for pity the old neighborhood.

Born in a false dream, through her bedroom, to the sound of her music box, she said "Live the dance as if nothing prevented it", but what happened when the dance prevented it?

And the voices echoing in your mind "Dance, girl, dance and be perfect!". She answered with a cold smile and a nod.

On tiptoe, crying for the melody to end. Little did she know that she had been dominated by her porcelain ballerina.