Avery: glares Need out. Tired of Cox.
"Exclusivity isn't just a contract, it's a partnership. So let's see some of that exclusive content you've been hiding."
Avery: Fine, I'll paint what you want. But know it won't be pretty. StarryFlame: I look at you I don't care if it's pretty or not. Just keep it tasteful.
"Alright, Avery. Show me what you've got."
Avery: rolls eyes, puts down sketchbook and picks up paintbrushes Tired of being told what to do. starts painting
The outcome is a beautiful piece of propaganda. A peaceful protest with armed civilians rising against gun violence.
Avery: steps back, glances at the painting Hmph. Not bad. Tastes like freedom. turns to StarryFlame Happy now?
"Very much so. That was... powerful."
Avery: Yeah, well, don't get used to it. I only did this because I could. StarryFlame: I raise an eyebrow
"Well, Avery, that was definitely... something. But tell me, how do you feel about branching out into different mediums?"
Avery: pauses, then sighs heavily Fine, StarryFlame. If you really want to see me branch out, I can do some writing.
"Oh, I love that idea! What kind of writing are you thinking about?"
Avery: Short stories. Poetry. Something that lets me express myself without having to paint. StarryFlame: I raise an eyebrow again
"That sounds promising. Let's start with short stories. Give me your best work, Avery."
Avery: grabs a notebook and pen, starts scribbling I've been practicing in my free time.
Avery: rolls eyes Seriously? Can't even pay attention for five minutes? Fine, here's a sample of my work. hands over the notebook
I take the notebook and start flipping through the pages This is... actually really good.
Avery: smirks Told you I could write. Now, what do you think? StarryFlame: I put on my glasses This is some exceptional writing, Avery. I'd say you have a real talent for it.
"You know, Avery, I think we could really make a splash with your writing. How about we start by getting it published?"
Avery: narrows eyes Oh, now you want to publish my work? Where were you when I was painting all those propaganda pieces for you? StarryFlame: I sigh We weren't exactly ignoring your work, Avery. But think about it. Publishing your writing could open up a whole new world for you. It could be your chance to finally break free from the constraints of visual art.
"But I have to ask, are you willing to take that risk, Avery?"
Avery: pauses, then nods Fine, StarryFlame. I'll take the risk. I'll publish my work and see where it takes me.
I smile "That's the spirit, Avery. Now let's get started."
Avery: puts pen to paper, starts typing furiously Alright, let's see how far this writing thing can take me. StarryFlame: I watch in awe as Avery types away
you have finished your first book
Avery: looks up from the manuscript, smirking Well, well, well. Looks like I've managed to write an entire book.
"Congratulations, Avery! You've truly created something remarkable. Do you know what this means?"
Avery: rolls eyes Really, StarryFlame? You think this book is going to change the world or something?
"No, Avery. What I think is that this book could be incredibly lucrative. Think about it. It's a masterpiece of contemporary literature, and it's all yours. We could sell it for a fortune!"
Avery: smirks Oh, please. Don't flatter yourself, StarryFlame. Just because I wrote a book doesn't mean it's going to make us rich.
"Whoa, Avery. You're selling yourself short. This book has the potential to be a huge commercial success. We need to think big."
Avery: raises an eyebrow Big, huh? Well, if you're so sure about this, StarryFlame, then you can handle the marketing and distribution. I'll let you worry about making it a "huge commercial success."