Early life

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As a child I was very interested in interpretive dancing. I went to classes once every week for special training. It was my escape from the regular world. All the kids picked on me when I was little

Mikes mother(BRENDA) POV
Mike was a very special child. He always spent his time either doing his interpretive dancing or pretending to be a scary monster. I was a little worried about him for a while because dancing is his passion, and he was spending a lot of time with a kid named sully learning how to be scary. I really didn't like it because he spent so much time interpretive dancing I was worried that he would spend too much time with sully and not love dancing as much.

Mikes POV
*flashback*
Mike: mommy I'm scared for my first class
Brenda: it's ok honey I really truly believe in you. Go for it
*mike walks through doors and work comes on*
*mike throws hand in the air and whips it around like he doesn't care. Then tweaks and whips his hips around like a hurricane*
Brenda: WWWWWOOOOORRRRRRKKKKK BOO
Mike: I can do it mom I can do it
*unflashback*
That's when I got into interpretive dancing for the first time. Even though my mom was supportive and I thought I had a great life doing the interpretive dance. I grew up in the hood. It was tough man. Everybody always trying to steal my gummies. It really was the hood. The hood was known in my area as sunny day daycare. It was freaking heck. But at home it really wasn't hard except for the fact that my dad was always gone. He was a scarer at Monsters inc.

                                                                              Dads POV
RRRRRRAAAAAAAWWWWWWRRRRRR

                                                                            Brenda's POV
My son is special. My baby is the most precious thing in the whole entire world and it concerns me that he might not be dancing for the rest of his life. But honestly I'm living through him. I wanted to be a dancer growing up but I was never able to because a dancer. Now please enjoy a song about my baby boy(cause all his other siblings are worthless).       *lights dim, piano on stage, Brenda is tight sparkle dress lying on the piano*
                                                              My baby is special, my baby is kind. My baby will forever be mine. You can't touch my baby, cause I will rip your head ooooffffff. My baby will win. My baby will kill, my baby will be the best dang interpretive dancer ever. Nobody can ever hurt my baby...GHOSTBUSTERS

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