It was a day just like any other for Michael Kaplan.
He woke up to the sound of his buzzing alarm and rolled out of his bed.
"I can't believe I have to go babysit those kids at my shitty acting company for another week!" he complained.
Mike did have a lot to complain about.
His pants never seemed to fit his extremely large dump truck and he just hated the stares that he got from other people...but he didn't mind a certain stare, from a certain FSTS neighbor of his.
"No!" he yelped.
"I can't think about him, he could never love me. He's the worlds greatest pizza chef and i'm just...Mike."
With a single tear rolling down his face, Mike got into his car and started the drive to his state of the art theatre company.
As he pulled on to the curb, Mike whipped out his keys and walked toward the doors of the studio.
He stepped in and got straight to preparing for the kids that would soon flood the studio.
He made sure the floors were ridden with filth and disease, he watered down the soap in the bathroom, and finally turned up the heat until the studio was hotter than a pizza oven.
Mike winced.
The thought of the pizza oven only made his heart yearn for him more.
His heart ache was interrupted by a small child who had just burst through the door with style and spunk.
"IT'S ME! REMEMBER ME MIKE? REMEMBER HOW FUNNY YOU THOUGHT MY SOLO WAS AT THE REVUE? WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO TODAY?! YOUR LACK OF WORDS ARE MAKING ME FEEL LEFT OUT MIKE!"
Mike groaned, It was Juliana.
Mike regretted laughing at her terrible solo during the revue, but he was payed by her parents to laugh.
Even they knew how fucking annoying she was, but Mike couldn't say no to money.
He needed more cash to spend on "important things".
Mike was shaken back to reality after being bumped by a pair of boys.
One was very tall and lanky, the other one was not so tall and donned a large pair of headphones.
Mike waited for an apology, but the two boys were too lost in each other's eyes to care about Mike.
Mike wasn't surprised.
Nobody cared about him...not even his own mom who had moved to Florida a while back.
But Mike didn't really care.
As he had said so many times before...he only longed for affection from one person.
And that person was nobody other than Brennie who owned Brennie's Pizzaeria just down the road.
