I would have so many of Wade Robson's babies.
I recall when I first saw this on Dancing With The Stars and all I could think about when it was over was how much his choreography could not be appreciated by the viewing audience of a show aimed at people who like to watch their favorite washed out actors or plastic surgery miracles make fools of themselves attempting Pase Dobles and Viennese Waltzes.
Nothing against Dancing With The Stars, really, because I loved the season with Apolo Anton Ohno and Joey Fatone, I just think everything about that show is living on a separate planet from Wade Robson and his creepy clowns and hobos and zombies and black skin-tight wardrobes and man skirts.
Actually, I think the only time most of the people in that audience ever heard a song that Wade would use in one of his more abstract performances, it was probably forced on them by some TV teen drama music director on a power trip and falling into some artsy music Imogen Heap funk who just wanted to throw something different into the end of an episode to make all the little teeny bopping girls who drool over the guys on the show start some kind of trend with all ten of their BFFs at school the next day.
Or on a dusty old video tape full of badly recorded MTV music videos from the late 80s/early 90s.
Maybe I'm looking into this too much.
PS, Imogen Heap is awesome.