Jett was in the ballroom trying to practice the waltz on his own. He was in no way a dancer. "DAMN IT!" He tripped over his own feet, falling again. Scarlett walked in, watching quietly. Jett looked up with frustration written all over his face. "Scarlett, I don't want to embarrass her. This is the biggest thing I have to do tomorrow night. If I mess up, it would humiliate her."
"Jett, you can do it. I know you can."
"I know you know how to do it. I saw you dancing with Noah yesterday with the group practice. Please? Will you help me?" Jett looked desperate.
Scarlett smiled and nodded yes. Poor Jett looked like he was about to cry. "Sure. Let's start over." Scarlett helped him for a long while until he caught on. "See! There you go. You got it. Just relax."
They stopped, and Jett took a drink of water to rest. "Do you think I can do this?"
"I think you have never backed down from a challenge. So, yes. You can."
