<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><strong>TIME: 08:50 AM</strong></span></div><br/><strong>Mikey Kenneth - Waiting impatiently...</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/iconofroses/MenHairstyles09.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>"Where the bloody hell is my staff?!"</strong>  Executive Producer Mikey Kenneth's bellowed from The Production Meeting room. The empty meeting room, except for him, a plate of danishes and fruit, and a small coffee service.  It didn't matter that the daily meeting didn't start for another ten minutes: he hated being the only one in a meeting room.  Stress lines were already forming at the corners of his mouth and eyes, served as a reminder he really needed another shot of botox soon.  Eyes flashed behind the lenses of his (cheap) designer frame glasses and he rubbed a hand over the smooth cut of his hair as he saw two of the Associate Producers come down the hallway, moving at really could only be considered a glacial pace as they were spending more time whispering to each other than moving.  <br/><br/>"Come on people, is it really difficult to move your asses in the morning!" he snapped, sliding his hand onto his hip, the other clutching a clipboard thickly padded with papers, charts and memos.  Immediately the two associates quickened their pace, one biting down onto her lower lip to stop what would have been an ill timed comment.  Down the hallway he saw a few more of the production team, but not yet any of the major players.  Or even his own assistant.  Crossing his arms, he stood there waiting beside the doorway and drew his unfortunate attention to one of the stage hands that was trying to slip by.<br/><br/>"You there.  Tony.  Go rap on some doors -- Candy, Todd, the guy who thinks he's in show biz, and Doctor Lulu --"<br/><br/>"Gabby?"  Tony squeaked up; Mikey's eyes narrowed.<br/><br/>"Lulu, Gabby, go get the nut jobs!  All of them!"<br/><br/>Swallowing hard, Tony went dashing down the hallway and headed for the dressing rooms.  Exhaling a long breath, Mikey whirled back with a small flair into the meeting room and took his seat at the head of the table, noted the freshly filled cup of coffee at his spot and gave a very, very small smile to the two Associate Producers.  <br/><br/><br/> </div>