You can see it from the train and...
every night I'd come home from work
and I'd look for you, your face.
You looked on the outside
the way I was feeling on the inside.
I was watching you too.
From the window I saw you
practicing on the platform.
No! Oh...
That night I said all those things to you,
I didn't think I'd ever see you again.
But you kept coming back.
I didn't want to.
But I figured if I hadn't, you'd have been
right about everything you accused me of.
Then I started dancing and I found
I really liked it. It made me happy.
Yes, it shows.
I mean, I feel excited about something
for the first time in such a long time.
- Aren't you?
- Excited?
About tomorrow.
The competition.