So, later that evening, Arnold went, a little nervously, to the Director’s beach house. It was very swanky with an outside deck, and fairy lights, and lots of other guests. Arnold wished he’d brought his tuxedo.
But the Director rushed over to greet him and told him to make himself at home, and mingle, and help himself to the buffet.
It was a very swish party. There were guests in designer frocks and even some stars Arnold recognised, and was honoured to have a chat with.
Then the Director found him again, and said he’d like to introduce a Big Shot Agent, who was on the lookout for new talent. The Director said he’d told him all about Arnold’s talent on the bike.
The Big Shot Agent said he’d like to sign Arnold up – and he had the money ready, if he’d just agree now…
Well, it’s a lot to think about. Arnold made his excuses and slipped down to the beach, where he sat, and watched the Pacific Ocean. He thought about the last time he’d looked at the sea at night, and all the adventures he’d had since then. And he made a decision…
