“I wanna dance!” the little girl piped up, smoothing down her tutu. “I want to be a ballerina! And do Swan Lake! Oh oh oh! Or or or!! I can go on one of those shows with all the lights!! Mummy says I can do it.” she nodded, a determined look on her face. “She says I just have to believe! And I’m believing! And practicing. You need to do a lot of those.” she nodded again.

“And after I become a famous dancer and make gazillions of dollars I’m going to marry Woobin-oppa.”