"Troy come here," said Mr. Bolton.

"What's up, dad?"

"You know that laptop you wanted? I know how you can get it," said Mr. Bolton.

"Really ? How ?" asked Troy with a wide smile on his face.

"Get a job,"

"What?" said Troy. His smile turned into a frown.

"Don't worry, son. I've already found you one," said Mr. Bolton, cheerfully.

"Great, dad. But -"

"You can be part-time lifeguard at the East High School Swimming Pool,"said Mr. Bolton.

"What!" shouted Troy. He did not want to be a lifeguard. Anything but a lifeguard. There would be little screaming children swimming in the evening there. And he'd have to cope with all of them. All those noisy, crying, freaky, screaming, scary-

"Troy? Are you still with me?"

"Huh – what?"

"That's my boy, so excited about his new job, he's already dreaming about it. Its gonna be great! Now, I have to go help your mother in the kitchen," said Mr. Bolton, misunderstanding Troy's actual feelings.

Troy went up to his room and sank on his bed. With school work, basketball and this coming musical to cope with, how was he going to find time to work? And he wanted to spend time with Gabriella too. Now work! There would be weeks of sleepless nights for him to finish his homework. But he needed that laptop. This way he could chat with Gabriella and finish his schoolwork faster. Looks like weeks of sleepless nights are coming up for him.