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First it was my father. Now it was me, getting scolded for running my mouth about wanting to become VP. I couldn’t stand being in that house a second longer.
So I got in my car and drove.
Before I knew it, I was heading toward a new location, Daniel Harper’s studio.
Maybe I should have told him I was coming, but a part of me wanted to surprise him for some odd reason.
I didn’t decline.
I guess I really wanted that too. So I got lunch on my way. The moment I arrived, I was greeted with chaos— good chaos.
A closed sign hung loosely on the door, but it was opened, so I walked in anyway.
I was greeted by the smell of wet paint and chemicals, and bright, popping colors that reminded me of a daycare—in a good way.
Daniel was spray-painting a part of the wall, creating a sort of
