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Dance

        Okay, I tried dancing. My dad insisted that I take Irish Dance lessons.
  Have you ever seen River Dancing? It's ridiculous. I was not a good dancer.
  The dance teacher had me do hop scotch. She was not impressed with me.
  I guess I should point out I was twelve. Sister pugnacious was kicking and in step.
   
  I liked the music and the sound of the bucrom as the feet pounded.
  I just stumbled a lot. You know your not talented when you step out in front
  of an audience and forget to River Dance. Everyone else was in line kicking
  and River Dancing. I just started and stumbled and did hop scotch. I don't
  know how much dad spent on the month of lessons, but he was visibly
  amused: laughing. Mom, had her Mona Lisa smile.

  Similar, flops occurred in the theater. I played Shylock and got all the words
  right, but kept tripping over the set. I bumped into fair Portia, causing her to
  hick-up through the rest of the play. This was one of many mishaps on the stage.
  I fell off the stage, but rebounded reciting my lines to the first row. A lot of
  Broadway shows like to interact with the audience; such as a deep cut on my hand,
  "It seems this contract will be signed in blood." I remarked as a motherly member
  of the audience banged me.

        My performances were limited by the drama teacher thereafter.
  It was onto the Chess club and the school paper: SMUDGE. I excelled at SMUDGE
  and did okay at chess. My favorite topic on SMUDGE was gossip. I exposed the
  the brownie thief. It was Miss Sheridan. She had access to the desserts before
  they were opened in the kitchen. I also revealed that Ralf had been cheating on
  three girls and he was a popular basket ball player. I was a top SMUDGE reporter.
  But, a frustrated actor.

        I love attention even if its bad.

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