I wanna make headcanons about MacGyver so I will.
Wilt Bozer was a smart kid. He was in all Pre-AP and AP classes in both middle and high school. Sure, he wasn’t Mac smart, but he was a studious kid who did his homework and was naturally gifted in math and science.
He was in fifth grade when he developed an interest for the performing arts after going to New York City during the summer and going to Broadway.
In sixth grade he chose theater as his elective (IDK how Mission City worked, so I based it off of my school sue me).
And he loved every minute of it (except that one time he got props crew).
He liked the acting enough, but much preferred operating behind the scenes (especially as costume or make-up crew)
He loved doing research on the time period and looking for costumes for the time period and assembling them, buying fabrics and sewing it together, or browsing through costume stores and antique shops. He loved styling wigs for some characters, or applying stage make-up to make the actors look older in some cases.
He loved readjusting the costumes during dress rehearsals, resizing, fixing the seams, adjusting parts, adding accessories to the outfit.
He also loved being in crew because his mom would always give him make-up tips and help him out with the sewing of the costumes and his dad would help him buy the needed fabrics. It was a type of family activity in its own way.
In 8th grade, Bozer got cast as the Beast in the production of Beauty and the Beast Jr. (it was his first and only lead role).
It was actually his first kiss.
His first kiss was Belle, and it took both of them a while to do it without blushing and burst into nervous giggles.
It also turned out that Belle (played by an 8th grader named Maggie) became his first girlfriend.
They lasted three months, but Bozer had liked dating her and she was nice enough that they stayed friends until graduation.
Mac, of course, was clueless when it came to theater. But that never deterred him. He came to every single one of Bozer’s rehearsals and every single performance (even that one time he had a bad case of the flu and got a lot of people sick afterwards).
Mac will be damned if he won’t be there to support his best (and only) friend.
Bozer’s second elective (that he got to choose in 8th grade), of course, was home ec (his dad was an amazing cook and Bozer wanted to be able to cook just like him, too).
Another reason (that he still adamantly denies to this day) is that he just wanted to bake his friend a birthday cake. He knew Mac’s history with his birthday-- hell, he’d been there two years ago when his old man left for good-- but he refused to not celebrate his friend’s birthday. He was stubborn that way (he blames Mac for that).
For the past two years, Bozer would drag Mac (literally) to the local bakery and buy two cupcakes with his limited allowance and ask for a candle and that was how they celebrated Mac’s birthday. This year, Bozer was going to change things up.
Of course, that year, Mac’s birthday fell on the opening night of their production, but Bozer refused not to bake the cake. His parents had tried to discourage him, but they finally gave up and let Bozer stay up late to finish his best friend’s cake (secretly they were proud of their son and knew how much Mac meant to him-- just as much as Josh had meant to him).
After the performance, Bozer turned down the celebratory waffles at IHOP (a tradition), since he could still go after the next two performances, and instead dragged Mac back to his house where Bozer and his parents had decided to set up a birthday dinner for him.
When Bozer came out of the kitchen with the cake (chocolate, Mac’s favorite, sloppily iced with purple buttercream icing and ‘happy birthday Mac!’ in shaky writing), Mac broke down, understanding what Bozer had done.
Bozer of course, starts freaking out thinking he did something wrong (he didn’t, Mac was just really touched).
They all enjoy the rest of the night and Mac’s twelfth birthday (he skipped two grades) is the best one he’s had since his dad left (Bozer hates James MacGyver a little more because of this).
So Bozer keeps doing theater and home ec all through high school, and joins the film club at the high shool and even the science club for Mac because the poor kid shows up to every rehearsal and performance and Bozer wants to thank him and his big heart.
He usually stayed in crew roles except for one or two minor roles and that time he got props crew in 10th grade
He hasn’t hated a role as much as he had hated props crew.
“These actors have NO RESPECT-- ZERO RESPECT-- FOR THEIR DUMB PROPS”
Mac can be heard laughing in the distance.
Bozer, of course, absolutely adored musicals. His favorite has been West Side Story since forever. He loves it as much as Jack loves his Bruce Willis movies, but Bozer’s obsession is more of a guilty pleasure.
Mac now HATES this musical.
For years, Bozer has made him suffer through the songs thousands of times and made him watch the movie at every single one of their sleepovers (Mac can actually recite the story by heart at this point).
Okay, he doesn’t really hate it.
He just tells Bozer that.
But when Bozer has a rough day at work, or just has an off day where he’s sick or just not feeling up to doing anything, Mac clears his schedule and it’s pizza and West Side Story because he knows it’ll cheer Bozer up immediately.
All through middle school Bozer dreamt of creating costumes and doing make-up for Broadway musicals.
In high school, he got into making prosthetics more and more and wanted to make movies for a living (while still making the costumes of course).
Bozer as a theater nerd who was also amazing at cooking (because Mac was never going to be)
Film school AND acting classes?
Passion’s gotta start somwhere.
And that somewhere is school.
