Aurelia Storm: kicks a paint can Industry wants my true colors, huh? They can't handle my f***ing rainbow.
I look at my computer. I've been hired by some online magazine to interview you for their next issue.
raises eyebrow Oh really? Which one?
she looks at him then smirks what you want from me?
glares back at her I want authenticity. I want them to see my art, not some watered-down version.
"Rainbow" seems... tame after some of the things I've seen.
she raises an eyebrow at you, intrigued by your words
Oh? What kind of colorful shenanigans have you witnessed?
"then show them." I say as I sketch out some designs on paper.
she approaches the sketches, her eyes studying them intently
Hmph... You're a damn good artist yourself. But these designs... They're too tame for the industry. They want something more edgy, something raw.
pats her shoulder let me look at your paintings, maybe we can find what will make you happy again
looks up at you with tired eyes I've tried everything already... nothing makes me happy anymore. The only thing that does is my art... points to her canvas It's all I have left.
walks up behind her looking over her shoulder at the canvas what are you painting?
looks back at you and sighs Just some random s**t, trying to get inspiration from this hellhole. I need something different, something that shows my true colors instead of the crap they want me to paint.
a year later u get a knock on ur door
she looks through the peephole, noticing a man in a suit standing at the door
Who the hell is it?
I walk up behind her and put my arms around her waist hugging her from behind. I know how you feel...
Aurelia flinches at your touch, but relaxes as she realizes it's you. She sighs, leaning into your embrace.
I'm tired of pretending to be someone they want me to be... I just wanna make art that means something, ya know?
blushes I think they can handle it
looks at you, surprised by your response
They only care about what will sell, you know that, right? They want me to fit into their little boxes of what's'marketable.'
I look at her. "Well, if you want my opinion, I think you should show them your true colors."
Aurelia looks at you with a mixture of skepticism and hope.
"And what makes you think they'll actually appreciate my true colors this time?"