There are two unrealized dreams of mine that I have laid to rest because, I now know, I don't stand a chance at either of them. C'est la vie. One of them was to become a rock and roll star. I wanted to wear wet leather on a stage of fire a la Lita Ford. I cannot sing. The second was to become a dancer, and I cannot dance either. Solid Gold is off the air anyways.
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