I cannot dance (or sing, for that matter) to save my life. My sister's ballroom dancing success came at one the more difficult periods of my life. My father had an accident, which had long-term consequences, finances were tight, and due to all these circumstances, plus another sister being born, the sttention paid to me between 10 and 15 was limited. But we all got over that, once I emotionally broke down at 15. I must admit to some jealousy at my sister's success, due to my thinking that she was the favoured child (I'm the eldest in my family), but I feel pride at her achievements now, that I'm more mature and considered.
There is no artistic bone in my body, Ozfords. The high octane certainly got to me and the overwhelming preference for the loneliness of Cross-Country running, excelling in sporting trivia, and being a fairly competent writer, as I know you are, as well, Ozfords, rather than the tediousness of dancing.