The last time I danced, I performed a solo interpretation of The Ugly Duckling at age seven. I admit now that my smug self-satisfaction over my feathered boa and ambitious decision to portray a bird may have hurt my ability to gauge the audience's reaction. I can now only imagine the parents' shocked horror in what surely appeared to be a disappointing plot twist: I transitioned from awkward duckling to graceful swan but the terrible dancing continued without change. I quit shortly after that.
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