You proudly posted a video of your first attempt at choreography on YouTube, and now it's become the laughing stock of the internet. Why did you ever think that guys with back hair dancing in diapers was an innovative idea?

After a critically-acclaimed career as a dancer, you try your hand (foot?) at choreography. A slew of blistering reviews later, you're regretting ever throwing your leotard into the ring.

You're balancing a career as a dancer while doing some freelance choreography on the side. You're happy that you're beginning to spread your wings, but now every time another choreographer tells you what to do, you find yourself saying things like, "Are you sure you want to do that?"

You're the resident choreographer on the Broadway revival of Cats. You spend your days maintaining somebody else's choreography rather than creating your own, but you make good money, so you can't complain too much. Now...if only it wasn't...Cats...you know? Cats.

You're an international superstar who enjoys fame and fortune. All the mega-divas beg you to choreograph their videos and tours. Your only regret is that you ever gave Lady Gaga your digits. She's such a heavy breather on the phone.