sound blasting
"Hey Amelie turn in down" "What?" "your music turn it down" Many people dont get me because on this country, people looking down on you I wonder if there's something that can understand me or my brush just the only one who can understand me "I'm bored" but I dont want to interact some people and I just want to relax alone "but this neighbor cant enjoy my music taste" I dont have a choice I wanna hang out with myself I pack my things and go to the park to get some fresh air and good scenery, while Im walking I saw my favorite spot, I bring my canva and my brush, I look around and have a focus look to my place and I saw a big tree with a two birds I picture it to my mind and start sketching, when Im done sketching I start to highlight it and take my brush out to paint my art, while Im painting a guy spoke to me "I like the tree" I didn't respond to his words "your highlight is too bright" and this guy start to judge my work "Do I know you sir?" "Do I look like old to you?" for me that face is too old to me "yes it is"
I ignore hime to continue my work, he sit beside me and start watching me, I finish my work like a one hour and half and the guy is still there "why are still here sir?" "Ethan by the way, my name is ethan" "Ow you have a name just spill out your name first before judging my art" "Im sorry its just a hobby" "your hobby is to judge peoples work?" "of course not, like I said its my hobby Im a artist too" I dont believe him first but when he took out his phone and saw a hundreds of work "ow so you're a modern artist" "yeah but we're different, my art is to express art by using real people body" "are you a killer?" "of course not, what mean is like model I used them as a model" I dont get his point like modern art and we're not the same work
"So let me get this point: you're a modern artist, but you're using people to express your art?" "Yes, that's right." I puzzle over the words that he says. He takes out his business card and gives it to me. "If you're curious, just go to my gallery, and I will show you what I am." I take his business card, and he leaves. "Thanks." I pack my things up and head home. I place my painting on the wall, and I lie down on my bed. I take my phone out and start posting my painting to a social media platform. A minute ago, my phone got a notification, and it's the guy from earlier. "So this is you," he comments.
He followed me, and he messaged me, "Tomorrow afternoon, go to my gallery." I just gave his message a thumbs up, and I stood up and went out again to grab some coffee. While I was walking, I saw my friend Nicole. "Hey, Amelie." "Hi, Nicole." "Wanna grab some coffee?" "Yeah, that's why I'm outside."
"I saw your post; I love the tree."
"Yeah, I hear that word while I'm working on that painting."
"OMG, is this code red?"
"Yes, it's a code red."
"What is he?"
"I don't want to talk about this now."
"Come on, Amelie, this is the second time."
Yep, this is the second time that a boy has talked to me, and Nicole knows that I hate boys.
"He's an artist too."
Gasp
"Yep, you heard me."
"I want to meet him."
"You want to meet him?"
"Yeah."
"Come with me tomorrow afternoon."
We talk about like 20 minutes and we leave to the coffee shop "See you tomorrow Amelie" "see you" I start walking and a car stop in front of me and its Ethan "where are you heading?" "Home" "Can I take you home?" I stare him like 5 seconds "Come on hop in" I agree to his offer and go inside the car "My home is not far from here" He ignore my words and start driving "so you read my message right?" "Can I bring a friend tomorrow?" "Sure No problem" we did not spoke to much that 10 minutes drive are full of silence "My apartment is right here" I hop out to his car and I start to give him a awkward thank you "Thanks for the ride" "no problem, see you tomorrow" "yeah see you" he start driving and I walk inside to my apartment and I have this weird feeling and I didn't much pay attention, I go to my room and I lay down to my bed, I took out my phone and got a notification "you forgot your coffee" Im so embarrassed I forgot my coffee to his car and I just realized that this is a core memory to him "Ow silly me, Im sorry for that" he just laugh to my message and he didn't respond, I put down my phone and I sat down to my bed I got this weird feeling again "Is this call them in love?" No I dont want this feeling I need to stay lowkey to this situation, I picked my phone and call Nicole
on the phone
"Hello, Amelie?"
"Hey Nicole, I met the guy again."
"Don't tell me that he's stalking you?"
"No, it's just a coincidence. When we part ways to go to the coffee shop, he shows up with his car."
"Oh, a rich guy artist."
"Well, I guess."
I put down my phone, and I go to my bed, and I hope this day will not recap to my brain. I hate this kind of situation.