the microphone and asked everyone to file out into the main hall. He had a new addition to the gallery for everyone to see. With the announcement, the people did just that. They all headed to the main hall to see it. Eric called Christen up to where her painting sat, still covered.
“This is Christen Baker,” he announced to everyone. “Today, her piece of artwork will be hung in this fine gallery to be viewed with other famous artists. This piece is called, 'Tomorrow's Dawn'.” He looked at Christen. “Do the honors,” he whispered. Christen nodded her head and pulled down the cover revealing her masterpiece. There were a few ohs and ahs at her work. People were looking at the painting with whispers and murmurs. She didn’t know if they were good or bad comments, but she really didn’t care. All she wanted was for the world to validate the inspiration she was sure partly came from Joey, somehow.
The focus was centered on an old man who stood in the middle of the painting. He stood there with his hands grasped together, looking up at the creamy colored sky that was filled with light oranges and yellows, along with some hot pink and a few streaks of red. The clouds were crisp and airy, taking up the whole entire sky.
The old man was well defined with his wrinkles. The details were so fine they almost made him look real. His skin was tanned and you could tell he was a farmer. His skin was soiled with dirt marks on his face and hands. It was strange to see the man so unkempt, as he wore a dark brown tux. His eyes were a vibrant light blue that were softly looking on. It was evident he was holding back some sort of emotion. His hair was a grayish-blonde, dirt also shown in his hair.
To the right of him, a woman with bright blonde hair was holding onto him. By her figure, you could tell she was elderly. Her white dress also covered in dirt along with her skin. Her face was buried into the man’s shoulder so you couldn’t see it. On the left of him was a boy with brown hair. This boy was on his knees, holding onto the man’s shirt as he hung his head down. The boy’s face was very young with tears streaming down. He was also in a tux, though his was black and showed a much newer look than the old man’s.
The ground below them was filled with plenty of earthy colors and tones. Dark greens, browns, and even reds painted the background. Right in front of the family grew two flowers. One was a white carnation which was opened and bright for the world to see. The other one was a white daisy, which was also just as bright, with a bright yellow center.
Soon people started clapping for Christen. They were amazed with what the girl had done; and honestly, Christen was just as amazed. The fact that people were clapping for her painting filled her heart with gratitude. It was a testament to her life and love with Joey, not just a painting. She hoped that everyone else could see that.
“You go girl!” Christen smiled at Kat who was cheering like when she used to be a cheerleader. She felt so warm on the inside, and wondered if Joey could feel it to.
Eric was smiling as the people clapped. Just as he had hoped, the girl would be a hit. Joey picked the right girl; someone that he could love, and also bring Eric success. He found a strange tug at his heart as he watched Christen smile. There was something about her smile, he wondered if maybe he was feeling what Joey had felt for her. That startled him a bit, and also created a little thought in his head. Was that emotion Joey’s? Or was it his own?
After much socializing and comments of praise, the event died down and everyone started to head out. Kat and Christen sat next to each other, admiring Christen’s work.
“You did good,” Kat told her.
“You think so?”
“I know so.” Both girls giggled, but Kat stopped it short. “Hey, can we talk about Eric really quick? I need..” Kat started up, but Roxie cut her off.
“Excuse me. Chris, er, Christen, I would
“This is Christen Baker,” he announced to everyone. “Today, her piece of artwork will be hung in this fine gallery to be viewed with other famous artists. This piece is called, 'Tomorrow's Dawn'.” He looked at Christen. “Do the honors,” he whispered. Christen nodded her head and pulled down the cover revealing her masterpiece. There were a few ohs and ahs at her work. People were looking at the painting with whispers and murmurs. She didn’t know if they were good or bad comments, but she really didn’t care. All she wanted was for the world to validate the inspiration she was sure partly came from Joey, somehow.
The focus was centered on an old man who stood in the middle of the painting. He stood there with his hands grasped together, looking up at the creamy colored sky that was filled with light oranges and yellows, along with some hot pink and a few streaks of red. The clouds were crisp and airy, taking up the whole entire sky.
The old man was well defined with his wrinkles. The details were so fine they almost made him look real. His skin was tanned and you could tell he was a farmer. His skin was soiled with dirt marks on his face and hands. It was strange to see the man so unkempt, as he wore a dark brown tux. His eyes were a vibrant light blue that were softly looking on. It was evident he was holding back some sort of emotion. His hair was a grayish-blonde, dirt also shown in his hair.
To the right of him, a woman with bright blonde hair was holding onto him. By her figure, you could tell she was elderly. Her white dress also covered in dirt along with her skin. Her face was buried into the man’s shoulder so you couldn’t see it. On the left of him was a boy with brown hair. This boy was on his knees, holding onto the man’s shirt as he hung his head down. The boy’s face was very young with tears streaming down. He was also in a tux, though his was black and showed a much newer look than the old man’s.
The ground below them was filled with plenty of earthy colors and tones. Dark greens, browns, and even reds painted the background. Right in front of the family grew two flowers. One was a white carnation which was opened and bright for the world to see. The other one was a white daisy, which was also just as bright, with a bright yellow center.
Soon people started clapping for Christen. They were amazed with what the girl had done; and honestly, Christen was just as amazed. The fact that people were clapping for her painting filled her heart with gratitude. It was a testament to her life and love with Joey, not just a painting. She hoped that everyone else could see that.
“You go girl!” Christen smiled at Kat who was cheering like when she used to be a cheerleader. She felt so warm on the inside, and wondered if Joey could feel it to.
Eric was smiling as the people clapped. Just as he had hoped, the girl would be a hit. Joey picked the right girl; someone that he could love, and also bring Eric success. He found a strange tug at his heart as he watched Christen smile. There was something about her smile, he wondered if maybe he was feeling what Joey had felt for her. That startled him a bit, and also created a little thought in his head. Was that emotion Joey’s? Or was it his own?
After much socializing and comments of praise, the event died down and everyone started to head out. Kat and Christen sat next to each other, admiring Christen’s work.
“You did good,” Kat told her.
“You think so?”
“I know so.” Both girls giggled, but Kat stopped it short. “Hey, can we talk about Eric really quick? I need..” Kat started up, but Roxie cut her off.
“Excuse me. Chris, er, Christen, I would
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