I’ve pretended to be Michael Rock’s child for three years, and all I got was this dumb T-shirt.

Being a part of the Fun 107 street team has been a unique experience and has left me with many positive memories to carry alongside me throughout my life. I’ve met with many different celebrities and members of our community that have helped shape who I am today.

But there is one man who I want to thank the most for molding me into the man I am: my father, Michael Rock.

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Well actually… we’re not related, but if you and I met at one of our events, I may have told you otherwise.

For almost three years now, I have been living a falsehood. It started pretty early in my career with Fun 107, and now has snowballed to a situation that I can no longer control.

I remember the first time I entertained the idea of being Michael’s third child. While on site at an event, an older woman had approached me and asked me for my name. When I told her, she had misheard my name as Rock instead of Rose. My coworkers at the time were holding back their laughter as I continued the charade, telling this woman how lucky it was to work alongside my father.

Ever since then I have tried to see how far being a Rock would take me, and apparently it’s not helping much. Never once have I been offered the true Rock VIP treatment. No cutting in lines. No free meals. No acknowledgement in public. What gives? I’m Michael Rock’s son for crying out loud!

And by the way, no one except for a few members of our street team are aware that I do this. Not even Michael Rock himself knows I parade around the SouthCoast under a fake name. So when you are reading this, Michael, I want you to know you’ve been a great father to me.

Also, I assume that this confession will suffice as your Father’s Day gift… right?

If you are looking to join the Fun 107 Street Team please reach send a resume to bryan.rose@townsquaremedia.com