"I can't dance away my sadness, I can't sing joy into my life and I certainly can't strum, beat or blow anger to dust with a musical instrument," the human explained with complete assurance.
"Have you tried?" asked the pixies.
The human nodded, "It's just not for me."
"Oh dear, how do you live?" they fussed.
"Well, medication and therapy work best for me."
"So you won't dance or sing or play with us?"
"I didn't say that."