Days went by and soon it was the night before the launch party.
"Are you prepared for tomorrow?" Dean called Lydia on the phone.
By tradition, Dean had called Lydia before she went to bed.
Lydia nibbled her lower lip before she spoke, "I am a bit nervous."
"Really? I did not expect you to be nervous when everyone is complimenting your work," Dean replied.
Lydia exhaled deeply and said, "That is how it works for artists. We always second-guess ourselves despite how capable one is. there is always the fear about whether people would approve of what we do or not. I am certain of my work, but I just cannot help worrying about everyone's reaction towards it. Yes, I do understand that not everybody would approve of my work and that is rather natural. We all like or dislike something differe
