[It is laughable, and embarrassing but true. Marcille can laugh. Cyrus takes no offense: If anything, it's good that his incompetence elicits a positive emotion like amusement—a sentiment that shows in his brief and wry smile.]

I have. But I could never keep my gaze averted from my feet, and the steps proved too complicated for me to manage . . . It quickly reached a point where I had to concede that dancing isn't for me.