Your feet were moving with the rhythm. Music was your sole companion on the stage, a devout partner. Your hands swung around elegantly. Your legs tracing every inch of the stage effortlessly. Your glossy black silky hairs cascading over your shoulders were flowing swiftly. Your expression kept the audience spell bound. Nobody dared to blink. You were flawless with your flawlessness. Meanwhile "I think I'm in Love " "I think I am in love too" "She's Ours then".