"I never anticipated receiving your call but I am glad all the same" Mr. Orlando said. His lips held a friendly smile, and his glasses that perched upon his nose were tilted to the side, not well arranged. Dark circles surrounded his eyes making him look worn out. He looked as if he needed a break.
I chuckled nervously as I looked at him with an unsure gaze. I had called him to remind him of the competition he once told me about when I met him at the music class during my visit to RM.
He had explained that the winners of this competition would be taken to California for proper training and become celebrities.
I wonder if I could handle it. Am I going to compete to be among a pop group? Is that life really for me? Popstars get hate, if you aren't doing well in the eyes of the public you will get attacked.
People that aren't in your shoes are the ones to judge the most.
