My gaze fixed on the screen, and my ears on the beat. By the time the machine stops, I'm declared a winner. I'm panting. My chest is hot. I glance at Drake; his face has fallen with shock. Gaining all my strength at this moment, I shout and do his silly dance, 

"I win, I win, and you lose," I move my body in a dance. My legs are like jello, and as I attempt to get down from the machine, my knees buckle, but large, strong hands catch me. I look up at my savior, and my eyes meet Nicholas'. His eyes sparkle gold, and for a moment, I'm...