CHAPTER 1 MY LIFESTYLE

"Hmm finally I got there," said Peter with a sigh, at Next Star International. with him, he has his guitar in a bag and went straight to the company to contest for The Year Famous Star endorse by Next Star International.

Getting in, all he hears is "form is finished," to him, it was a great loss after many years of waiting to be part of the candidates that will compete for the competition. After deep thought, he remember what his daddy told him.

"Do not lose hope, my son always remembers a winner never quit and a quitter never wins".

Immediately, he turns back to meet the receptionist to ask about the director's office.on getting there, the receptionist looked at him from head to toe " are you one of the people contesting? am not sure you are, and why do you want to see the director? , my director doesn't like seeing people dress this manner, so I may advise you to go redress and make sure perfect before I can direct you to his office".

"What do you mean by that?" Peter retort.

Not quite long during the argument, the director came out seeing the receptionist with Peter engaging in a drag.

"Hey, what is happening here?!, can someone please explain to me." said with a loud voice and immediately everywhere is as silent as a graveyard . after a few seconds, Peter asked," Sir, am sorry I am looking for the director but I asking for help from the receptionist, she pure a bowl of insult into my brain."

"I am the director but please if I may ask what is your name? me seeing this face look familiar to me." He replied in a cool voice.

" I'm Peter by name, have you seen me or perhaps meet sir?" Peter asked curiously

"Yeah, I remembered are you not the one who was punished on the street for singing and playing guitar? , hmm, don't you remember me? I was the one who gave you my business card that you should call me ".

" whoa, so it was you, so sorry sir, you know there is a lot of things that a poor man will always think about " answered in a relieved tone.

" But why did you dress like this? It makes you look, dowdy bro, you have to change your look first before any other thing will be done for now "then the director looked at the receptionist, " hey you, help me to keep that last form and never allow a pin on it, am coming back to get it now " she replied; " sir the last form is said to be for..." While she was talking the director make a strong smash with the door.

After 30minutes of driving, he parked in front of a boutique to get clothe for peter. There goes a tough search for the clothing that fits him perfectly, soon they got some and it was taking to the cashier.

" wow, you want these, am sure it is going to look good on you," said the cashier.

" yeah, even the material used is of good ones, at a look only, I fall for it. So how much is my pay?" Peter asked still looking at the clothes and appreciating their good quality. not until he heard the clothe cost 50,000naira before his face turns furious and stammered;" what-what-what did you jus-just say, fifty what!!!"

" fifty thousand, or is that too much for you to pay?" The cashier replied.

Everyone in the boutique laughed but no one laugh out to avoid being caught making jest of his childish attitude. Even the director found it difficult to keep it to himself

" wait you are funny, okay, alright I will make the payment. You just don't bother yourself about the cost, or do you have another thing to buy?". Director then dips his hand into the front right pocket and brings out his purse to pay, and then went to the car.

" hey, before I forget, please don't use sir for me or call director, let talk informally; as a friend. By the way, my name is junior, okay, let go " the director remarked.

" Okay, sir, oh am sorry you know is not easy for me to just start calling hmm junior but I will try".

On getting back to the company, the company is closed. So they turned to head home. junior promised to help him collect the form and give it to him.

Peter alight at the nearest layby to his house. Due to the joy-filled in his heart, he forgot his clothes in the car. On getting home, he couldn't think of where he put the clothe then racking his brain to recollect where he drops them. After long thoughts, he recalls " oh my God, I pray director to bring the cloth to the office tomorrow"

Throughout the night he suffers from insomnia; he rolls from one edge of the bed to another.

The next day, he found his body difficult to rise, was so tired that he struggled to raise his head a little to glance at the wall clock. He jumped up from the bed after he saw time move faster than his timing.

" oh my God, I can't believe am late " he starts running up and down. when he get to the bathroom, he discovered someone is there already also two waiting before him. So he decided to make use of the toilet instead.