Got a few years of dance when I was on the theaterschool, half year clasical, half year modern, 1 year improv modern, 1 year break/street dance.
Did also a special week of tango.
I wouldn't say I actually can dance those forms but I can fake a bunch pretty convincingly.
The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven. What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater?
Here at least We shall be free