Whatever you write about me, don't make it sad.
Dancing in Tijuana when I was 13 โ that was my 'summer camp.' How else do you think I could keep up with Fred Astaire when I was 19?
From the time I was three and a half... as soon as I could stand on my own feet, I was given dance lessons.
I can't take his genius any more.
After all, a girl is... well, a girl. It's nice to be told you're successful at it.
I havenโt had everything from life. Iโve had too much.