When he felt her relaxing, Trace switched feet to give the other one just as thorough a massage. He listened as she described the situation she was in. Growing up, he'd felt similarly. His parents had attempted to lay out his life for him. They thought that they could choose his career and his future for him, but he'd stood up for himself and in the end they'd come to a compromise. He could still do his dancing as long as he took some classes in business as well. Of course, that was all before him being turned into a werecoyote and the accident.
"That sounds like a great deal right there. She dictates everything about your life. You have to major in what she wants, get top grades, and take the classes she chooses and all you get is to live here on the island? Wow. You're really good at the whole bargaining thing, aren't you? While you're living here, are you at least doing things you enjoy too?"