As a kid, Johnny Kros had always been good at one thing. After years and years of being good at something, Johnny realizes that he has passion for something more meaningful. But his parents don't approve of his new found passion. Can Johnny find the courage and strength to start perusing a new formula for gelatin? Or will he forever be stuck playing the Kazoo? About how this story came to be: One day, the author wanted a quick prompt to exercise her fingers. But she asked the wrong person. On a whim this dude gave her what could only be described as the major plot points of a novel or movie. Definitely not a prompt that could be done in 15 minutes so she could move on to more pressing, dead-line related projects. But! She decided that it wouldn't hurt. 15 minutes a day writing, not editing. Perhaps there was something to be had with Johny Kazoo. Or perhaps it's just a load of poop waiting to be whipped of the butt crack of the internet. Only one way to find out.