They say that when the music ends, the people part ways.Forgotten melodies, forgotten dance steps.She danced a dance she couldnt remember, with a song she thought she knew. ForewordA/N: I think the hardest part for this oneshot is the title. It didnt came to me as natural as the previous one, maybe thats why this oneshot was left alone for such a long time even after I finished it a few days ago. And no, I am not satisfied with the current title, but titles are not my strength, so I just leave it as that, the best I can do. I dont know the exact genres for this, but I would say angst. It may be quite confusing to read, but I think everything will be okay at the end. Once again, theres a touch of fact in this story, just the part where the girl is a ballerina and the part where theyre at Beijing. Enjoy :3Credits: Thanks kimxbb of Fateful Dreamer for the beautiful graphics.