Michael's POV

I hide behind the huge curtain at rehearsal.  My manager, Frank, is looking for me.  I hold in my laughter as I see him looking for me.  

"Michael! Come on, stop playing. We got to rehearse!"

I have a water balloon in my hand.  My heart is beating with excitement.  When I see him at center stage and jump out and throw it at him.  It hits him and bursts.  He's drenched with water.  I immediately start laughing.  The other dancers begin to laugh as well.  I wait for him to laugh, but he doesn't.  Instead, he gets angry.

"Michael, stop acting like a child! This no time for games! Act your age!"

I stop laughing.  So does everyone else.  I feel ashamed and embarrassed.  

"I'm...I'm sorry, Frank.  We just work to hard and I thought we could use a break."

Frank looks at me pissed as ever.

"If you need a break, do it like all the other adults around here! Not like some six year old."

I put my head down. "Ok..."

He walks over to me and grabs my shoulder.

"I'm sorry for yelling. I just need you to be mature. This is one of the biggest shows we're doing. I want everything perfect. Just try and keep it down a notch."

I nod.

I'm sitting in my dressing room thinking of a way to get my girlfriend.  Her name is Lisa.  I really love her.  She has a career in singing and song-writing.  I want to marry her one day.  I pull out my water gun. The super soaker! I smile to myself.  She's going to be so surprised.  I get up to leave, but stop.  What will her reaction be?  Will she react like Frank?  No way.  She's just like me.  

I sneak the small water gun under my shirt and leave my dressing room.  She's waiting in my limo.  I get in all natural like.

"Hi babe."

We kiss.

"Hi."

I slowly pull the water gun out and have it sit next to me.  She's across from me on her phone. 

"So, how are you?"

She smiles. "I'm fine. Wonderful actually."

I nod. "Good, good."

"Tell me about your day."

When she started talking, I aimed the water gun at her and started firing.  I was laughing while she was screaming.  I thought it was a ha-ha scream, but it wasn't.  She threw her hands down in frustration.

"What the hell, Michael!"

I slowly stopped laughing.  I fake cough and say,

"That's not funny to you?"

"No! I have an interview to get too! Why can't you stop being so childish!"

When she said that, the limo pulled over to her interview.  She storms out of the limo.  I stick my head out the window and yell,

"I'm sorry!"

People see me and start running toward the limo.  Crap.  Lisa clenches her jaw in anger.  I just screwed up again.  

"Go go go!"

The limo speeds off.

"Go to Neverland."