Finals are the running-to-school-with-wet-hair and can't-hit-snooze-enough-time, right? It's the bleh and blah of life seen through slightly opened, and more sleepy than alive, eyes. Well, it is unlesss... you're a dancer and have a chacha final.
Dancing is a stress reducer, but sometimes when your partner doesn't show up to test, and your shoe heel is missing, and somehow the dance has escaped your memory... well. Stress, stress.
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