*a few years ago*

Brett: *is on the phone with a friend of his*

Brett: I'm telling you man this thing is gonna be big, I can tell :)

Fred: Are you sure mate? :/

Fred: I mean no offense but your ideas always crash :/

Brett: That might be true but I have faith in this one! :)

Fred: *sigh* Alright, if you believe it, so do I :)

Brett: Thanks Freddy... :)

Fred: Of course... What are friends for? :)

Brett: Right :)

Brett: *hangs up and goes to get ready for his meeting*

*after a few minutes*

Brett: *finishes getting ready and looks at himself in the mirror and smiles*

Brett: Today is your lucky day Brett, don't mess this up for yourself.. :)

Brett: *checks the time and realizes he's almost late*

Brett: *gets outside and runs to the place where he'll be presenting his business idea*

*at the office*

Brett: *is out of breath and checks his watch to see the time*

Brett: (Okay, you're right on time...)

Brett: *goes inside and heads up to the agent's office by elevator*

*when he gets there*

Brett: *heads inside while holding his briefcase*

???: Ah... You're here, finally....

???: Mister... Kelly? Was it?

Brett: Ah y-yes, Brett Kelly...

???: Okay... have seat kid...

Brett: *sits down*

???: Well, your idea? 

Brett: O-Oh yeah, sorry... ^^' *opens his briefcase to show the agent his idea*

Brett: What do you think sir? :)

???: mmm... no... sorry, it's not gonna work...

Brett: W-What? What do you mean it's not gonna work? <:/

???: I'm sorry kid but, this idea just ain't gonna take off... Simple as that... *gets up to let the next person in*

Brett: What do you mean, d-did you even read me res-

???: Listen Kid! >:/

???: I know talent when I see it... and you, do not have talent. >:/

Brett: ...

Brett: I don't, have talent? :'< *is actually hurt by that statement and tears up a bit*

???: No, you don't... So get your stuff, and get out of my office... I have a lot of other clients to see today...

Brett: ... 

Brett: *sigh* Okay sir.... I understand...

Brett: Sorry for wasting your time... *picks up his briefcase and walks out of the office*

*back at his apartment*

Brett: *opens the door and looks around*

Brett: AH!! >:< *throws his briefcase at the wall in a fit of frustration*

*the briefcase breaks open causing papers to fly everywhere*

Brett: Stupid idea... >:< *rips off his tie and stomps on it*

Brett: *sits down on his bed*

Brett: >:<

Brett: ("I know talent when I see it... and you, do not have talent. >:/")

Brett: :<

Brett: Ugh... *puts his hands to his face in disappointment and shame*

-END OF PART ONE-