Can't act. Can't sing. Slightly bald. Can dance a little.
I had some ballet training but didn't like it. It was like a game to me.
Of course, Ginger was able to accomplish sex through dance. We told more through our movements instead of the big clinch. We did it all in the dance.
I don't want to be the oldest performer in captivity... I don't want to look like a little old man dancing out there.
I just put my feet in the ground and move them around.
I inherited the knowledge that sometimes (talents) not only skip a generation, but sometimes run screaming from it. Ironically, it was the singing non-ability that helped feed my love of laughter.