I wanted to sing and dance as soon as I could stand up and make a move. I watched intently, during my older sister's dance classes and recitals until inevitably I had to get up and try things out for myself. My mom was always chasing me down a theater row or finding me twirling around in my own little world somewhere. I remember the fantastic acoustics in my parent's bathroom where the tub was...many songs were made up there, if only I could remember! Most of the time though, they were in "foreign languages", my very own versions of French and Spanish and whatever else I had overheard some way or another. Just recently, a family friend recalled a time we were in NY (I was the worldly age of 5) and I overheard a German couple in an elevator and then tried to speak to them in German. Of course, I had never heard German before. Music and dance were already in my blood, pumping through my little veins. That first trip to NYC with my mom and sister was all it took.

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