When I first thought of answers for this topic, I came up with a very long list of things. I asked Hyde to check it for spelling mistakes. He told me that most of what I wrote down was illegal in most of America and even saying that I would like to do them might get me deported. So, I had to think of something new.
I have been bitten by a bug. And it is not the kind that is in beds, and it is not the social kind that makes it difficult to use the men's room.
When I was still in high school, I took classes in singing. My teacher was an angry, stupid little Englishman with a big nose, but he could not stop my love of music, which I have always had. But standing on the stage, smiling into the lights, I discovered a new love. Performing.
Since then, I have taken every opportunity to dance, or sing, or sing and dance, or fantasize about singing and dancing. I have done roller disco. I have taken ballet classes. But nothing has yet compared to being on stage.
Which brings me to Fez' hope for the new year.
I would like to perform in musical theater.
Imagine it: Fez, on stage, singing and dancing and acting his heart out for hundreds of adoring audience members! They will applaud me! They will throw roses at me!
I hear that Point Place has a theater of the community, and that anyone in the community may come to perform there. I will do this.
I do not know what show to be in, though. Jackie likes the show Grease. Hyde says there is a show called Hair where people are naked on stage! And in the newspaper, there is now a show in New York that is about some kind of hairstylist! No, no, it is a barber. A barber of somewhere called Fleet Street. I should be in that show, I think.
I am Fez, and this year, I will break a leg!