I went on the stage and grabbed the microphone. Although I had committed the lyrics to memory but my fluent recitation was rhythmically obstructed by sporadic urges to look at the dialogue sheet. Lady Penguin asked me to do a split, to jump as high as I could, to walk on my hands and that too in the viewership of fifty odd girls. I had never been friends with a girl in the fifteen years of my existence. I had never danced with a girl in my life. Those vivacious smiles, mysterious eyes and playful gesticulations made me nervous. Lady Penguin’s expectations were unsurpassable, nevertheless I did succeed in matching them for most part of the act and the lead role was mine. She selected me and spent the following three months in training me to be a successful ballerino.