You can imagine me as a kid growing up in redneck Texas with ballet shoes, tucking the violin under my arm. I had to fight my way up.
I don't know how many hills and valleys I've had, how many times I've had to refocus my world and my life and my career.
If you live through the initial stage of fame and get past it, and remember thats not who you are. If you live past that, then you have a hope of maybe learning how to spell the word artist.
Talent deserves to be honored. Hands deserve to be slapped if you do something stupid as well, but don't take it too far.
There's just something about dance. It's like a primal thing in all of us.
I don't want to be a poster child for cancer.
