I let out a small sigh as they put the 'help wanted' sign up in the window while my friends dance up on stage. In the spotlight. Me? I'm just staying out of the way. Behind a 'out of order' sign. And no, I'm not a toilet. I'm, the misunderstood, Foxy and I'm here to show everyone who I really am. I'm tired of when people look at me and then run and hide. All I want to do is give them a friendly hug to show them I care. But can that really happen? I'm guessing not. But who knows? Maybe they'll give me a chance. Maybe...