When my Bishop found out that I was Hawaiian and Native American, he excitedly told me that I just HAD to do a "native dance" with the "feathers" for the ward talent show. I told him that I grew up in Georgia, not the reservation, and didn't know of any. Determined, he said that I could just sing and play the ukulele during sacrament. Again, he was surprised when I told him I did not play the ukulele.