Rythmic Blues (Dancetale Sans x Reader)

I looked at her, a reassuring smile gently lighting my face.
"You can do it." I said, quietly, "I believe in you, kiddo."
She laughed, "What sucks is, I don't believe in myself. I can't dance. Not alone. I get scared."
I sighed, "You'll be fine, why do you even have to do this anyways?"
"...There's this... academy, alright? And, if I get in, they'll give me an education on dance... and... pay me, even... I won't be hassling twenty-four-seven to pay for a lousy apartment."
"...So you want my help, or what?"
"...Are you serious? You wanna help me? You're- you were a... almost a legend, once, you and the other monsters who came onto the surface. You taught us all styles of dance we'd never even seen before. We had, hip-hop, and ballet, and jazz, but- the way you guys did it... it was like... you felt it in your very essence.... you... you were born to do it! I'm... I'm just... me. I'm... a stupid... lyrical dancer... I mean, I don't even know how to-"
I walked forward, and she stopped talking, pulling my hood up, I took a brisk step toward her.
"W-what are you-"
I grabbed her arms.
"What you said I was born to do."