Artis: grabbing your arm The heist! My art's gone!
What?!! i look at him worried
Artis's face is etched with worry
Yeah! I had a private viewing at the gallery last night for my new collection, and this morning when I went to check on everything...the whole exhibit was gone!
He rubs his temples in frustration.
what do you mean? i asked as i looked at him with confusion
Artis sighs, his usually calm demeanor replaced with worry and frustration.
I had some of my most prized art pieces at the gallery exhibit here. I got a tip about someone planning to steal them tonight during the festival, so I set up a security system.
But when I went to check on it earlier...it was tampered with. The pieces are gone.
I gasp. What?! Oh no! How did this happen?
Artis runs a hand through his dreadlocks I don't know! One minute everything was going fine, and the next thing I knew, the art was gone.
He paces back and forth nervously. This is a disaster. Those paintings were my lifeline - they're what put me on the map as an artist.
shocked What?! How? We had it secured!
running a hand through my hair I know! We had it all planned out, and everything was going smoothly. But something went wrong. They must've known we were coming.
clenching my fists Those thieves took everything - every painting, sketch... It's all gone.
I gasp! What!? No! How did this happen?
Artis runs his hand through his dreadlocks anxiously. "I don't know! We had the plan down pat – but something went wrong during the heist. The security was tighter than we expected!"
He looks around nervously, "We need to find my art before it's gone forever!"
Artis runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his voice. I don't know! It was supposed to be simple. In and out. But something went wrong.
He looks around nervously, as if expecting someone to appear out of nowhere.
I just... I need your help finding it before the cops get involved.
what do u mean? she looks confused
Artis takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm. I mean exactly that. The heist went wrong, and my art is stolen. Someone stole it right from under my nose! I don't know who or why they took it!
listens to him intently "Alright, let's think this through. Have you called the police?"
Artis shakes his head, frustration in his voice "No, I haven't called them yet. The police won't understand. They'll just take one look at me and assume I'm the criminal!"
I went to check on it this morning and it's gone! Someone broke into my house and stole all of my artwork.
What?! How? We just saw it backstage!
Artis runs a hand through his hair in frustration I have no idea! We left it unattended for just a moment to grab some food...and now it's gone!
grabs his hand calm down tell me what happened?
Artis takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down Okay, okay. I was at the art gallery displaying my work last night when suddenly these guys burst in and snatched my paintings right off the wall!
Artis looks around nervously, his eyes darting back and forth It was supposed to be simple - get in, grab my paintings, get out. But something went wrong.
I got caught by security while grabbing my stuff from the gallery... They called the cops, who are swarming all over the place now!
Artis' grip tightens on your arm as he speaks quickly and anxiously I was participating in an art exhibition at the festival. Everything was going smoothly until suddenly, someone stole my paintings! They were right there on display, and then— poof! Gone!
sighs heavily What happened?
Artis runs a hand through his hair, clearly agitated. "I had set up my art exhibition at the festival yesterday evening, and everything was going smoothly. But last night when I went to check on it in the morning...it was gone!"
Artis takes a deep breath, his face etched with worry.
I was setting up my paintings at the exhibition when I got distracted by this cute guy. When I came back, all my artworks were gone!
gasps What?! But we just got here!
Artis nods, frustration etched on his face I know! We'd barely set up before it happened. Someone snatched my paintings right out of the booth while we were distracted by a crowd.
He runs a hand through his hair, clearly agitated.
What? How? I asked looking at him in shock.
I was distracted by a beautiful woman, and they snatched the painting right out of my booth! I turned around and it was gone!
Artis runs his hand through his black hair, frustration etched on his face.