"Space Michael: Channel 5 Reporter"


"Hey, Michael! Guess what!" Ulala exclaimed, running into Space Michael's bedroom. The beautiful man whirled around and smiled

when he saw her. Ulala was the woman of his dreams.

"Morning, U-la-la. What's up?" he asked. He'd been blow-drying his hair, but he was willing to stop just for her.

"Fuse wants you to be a reporter for our channel today. I just stopped by to give you my microphone," Ulala said. Space Michael

stumbled back. Did she just say what he thought she said?

"I-I can't, U-la-la. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever!" he exclaimed. Ulala was shocked. She thought he'd be excited, not upset!

"Don't worry, Michael. Everything will be okay. Just believe in yourself and everything will run smoothly!" she said. Space Michael

felt sweat run down the back of his neck. It wasn't the camera he was afraid of. He was afraid of messing up. After all, he'd never

reported before.

"I don't know. I don't have any experience," he said.

"Oh, come on! You've been in front of the camera MANY TIMES! Haven't you ever wanted to be a reporter for Space Channel 5?"

Ulala asked. Space Michael looked at her in shock.

"C-come on, U-la-la. You don't really think that…do you?" he asked nervously. Ulala bored her eyes into him. She meant business.

And he had no idea what he was in for.

End of Chapter 1! As Ulala would say…