A young man named Herbert Chik once discovered in Music class that he couldn't sing for nuts. Very vexed at this state of affairs he began a long an arduous process of singing in the shower every day. Suddenly, he noticed that everyone around him was telling him that he was a good singer. This instilled within his soul a deep desire to perform, to be on stage, to wow the crowds...it was like a drug. Hence, this young man now puts his hand to anything creative that comes to mind in an attempt to abate withdrawal symptoms: acting; singing; writing scripts, stories, poems, songs; training a 5-a-side hamster football team...this young man does them all. But only half believes it when people tell him that he's good at them.