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(The Singer) wants (to sing like Elvis Presley) because ( he enjoys it), but ( his family wants him to be a doctor.)

The crowd was roaring, the lights shining down, as the man in black walked onto the stage. The girls were grabbing at his feet as he made his way to the mike. He wore a sly smile on his face, but other than that he was all business. The band behind him struck up the beat and he began to move. His feet were like lightning as he let the music sway over him. When he opened his mouth words started rolling out like a calm ocean. The beat went faster, and faster, and right as he got to the end… the alarm clock rang.

Gregor hated that alarm clock. He just about hated everything about his room, from the stupid pink carpet, to his too small of a bed. He was six foot, four inches, and the foot board would make him feel like he was being squished by a car compactor. He rolled over onto his other side and was met by the mess that was his room. He and his roomie had left a half-eaten pizza on the table last Thursday, and there it sat until this Friday one week later. Disgusted, Gregor threw it into the trash can, but not before the stench of rotten sausage greeted his nose.

“Not a good way to start your morning is it bro?”

Gregor’s roommate Chris had stumbled without Gregor noticing. This was a feat considering Chris was reaching 300 pounds and hung over to boot.

“Some party right?”

“If you can call it a party, all the guests left after 15 minutes because you ate all the food,” Gregor said half smiling. It really had just been the two of them yesterday, but Chris really had eaten most of the food.

“Look man it’s not my fault if you’re slow on the uptake!”

“Fine whatever, I was occupied okay?”

“With what man, you barely do any school work anyway?”

“Maybe I was cleaning.”

They both laughed at this one, they could hardly see the floor underneath all the clothes and books strewn across the floor.Chris went over to Gregor and handed him a letter.

“Watch out dude, it’s from your parents.”

Gregor sighed with exhaustion. He had been in medical school for three years now and yet his mom never failed to write to him every week. He didn’t even bother to open it; instead he just balled it up and threw it into the trash. Although he didn’t know it yet, this would be the start of his adventure.

Two weeks later Chris was to be found passed out on the couch while Gregor sat reading his textbooks. There was a test coming up the next day and if Gregor failed, his teacher wight fail him. So this was happening when there was a knock on the door. This was most unusual because they did not have many friends, and very few of the other tennants that lived in the appartment ever visited them. So most perplexed, Gregor made his way to the door, opened it up, and came face to face with his parents.

Starteled, he let his parents in. They were a stuffy couple that were never happy with anything anyone did, including Gregor. So it took about a second for them to critize him about the mess.

"Look at the clothes on the floor!" said his father.

"What is that smell?" gasped his mother reaching for a hankercheif.

" And would someone please turn that racket down!" yelled his father over the Elvis Presley CD.

"Honestley Gregory, how can you work in this setting?" said his father.

"What are you guys doing here anyway?" exclaimed Gregory. If your came here to critize me, you can just get out!"

This went unnoticed by his parents, who had just noticed his stack of failed papers. This fell out like normal typical fashion until Gregory had enough.He grabbed a suitcase and filled it with belongings and started to walk out the door.His father tried to stop him, but he just replied that he would rather sing like Elvis Presley than be stuck with the life that he already has. With that he walked out the door.

To be continued...