As in any other circumstance when nearly one hundred kindergartners were in the same room, the cafeteria was complete chaos. There was running, there was screaming, there were temper tantrums, there was crying and there was whining. There was snot and tears and even vomit in a couple of cases.

However, off to one of the sides, in an area slightly separated from the rest of the cafeteria, none of that was going on. There was only a curly-headed brown-haired six-year-old, rolling slightly on the balls of his feet with a large grin on his face and a sharply dressed woman with the same brunette hair.

"So do you know what you're going to say on camera?" The woman asked the boy in a fond voice.

A small head nodded, making the dark brown curls bounce back and forth.

"I'm going to say…" the small boy trailed off and took a deep breath before continuing. "I'm Blaine Anderson and I want to be a photographer when I grow up. What do you think of that, mommy?"

His mother pursed her lips and her brow furrowed, but only for a second. Then her face slid back into its smooth, indifferent mask.

"Why don't you pick something else, sweetie," Blaine's mother bent down to fix his hair in a last minute attempt to fix his curls before he would go up and be filmed. They looked adorable but they were so messy looking. "Like a doctor or a lawyer. It sounds so much better than a photographer."

Blaine's face fell as his mother brushed his idea to the side, like she did with most of his other ideas. However, he forced a cheery smile on his face and nodded enthusiastically.

"Okay! I'll say I'm going to be a layer…law-er…" Blaine's face scrunched up in a cute manner as he tried to pronounce the word right. It was much more difficult than it seemed to be. His mother let out a small chuckle as she watched her son struggle with the pronunciation.

"Just say you want to be a doctor," she told him, smoothing his hair back one more time. Blaine nodded but it wasn't as pronounced as before.

"Alright," he agreed and took off towards the makeshift stage where the other kids were being filmed. There wasn't a large line, only seven or so kids, but it still took awhile before it was finally Blaine's turn. Each kindergartner in front of him seemed to stay longer in front of the camera. Multiple retakes were needed at times when a kid would break out into tears or forget what they were going to say. The parents and teachers looked very frazzled.

Finally it was Blaine Anderson's turn.

Blaine took a deep breath as he was given the go ahead and began to speak.

"My name is Blaine Anderson and when I grow up, I want to be a doctor," he recited perfectly, never faltering or stuttering. Then the camera was shut off and Blaine was free to go. His mother was waiting for him at the entrance.

"That was perfect, my little performer," she said, smiling. "Now let's go. We promised to meet your father for lunch."

That was that, in her opinion. An hour of waiting for thirty seconds on camera. Mother and son left the cafeteria, one eager to get away from the madness and the other with a pit of disappointment in his stomach. However, there was nothing that Blaine could do anymore. He had already been filmed and it was too late to go and get a retake. He couldn't have changed things even if it hadn't been too late. His mother didn't approve of him becoming a photographer. She expected him to be a doctor.

And that was that.