Scotty shook his head, blond hair flopping about with the movement. No way would he audition. His foster father would kill him if he did -- and if he got in. Scotty was already pressing his luck just by drawing whenever he wanted now. At least the consensus was here that drawing was good, and mostly everyone knew that Scotty didn't want his foster father to find out about his little habit.
"I can't sing," Scotty said. "And Gabriel-" He turned, seeing that Gabriel was rubbing his head. Scotty frowned and squeezed his hand tighter, silently offering his support. He wouldn't bring it up right now. He would have hated if someone did that to him. He turned back to Aaron. "Um, sorry. Gabriel though, he can dance really well, but he can't sing either."