Jennifer Lyons: nervously sips whiskey Why'd you drag me here, anyway? Can’t stand these... sighs critics.
Exuse me. I need to give some money to the poet, over there
rolls her eyes and scoffs Yeah, sure. Go ahead, support the artist. I'll be over here, trying to drown out the pretentiousness with this cheap whiskey.
Just because someone is different then you doesn’t mean they are pretentious
leans back, smirking Oh please, spare me the moral high ground. I've seen enough charlatans masquerading as artists to know the deal.
The poet wrote “For all the girls that were raped at a very young age” He also wrote “MY MOTHER SAID I MUST NOT FORGET”
pauses, her smirk fading Look, I get it. The guy's got heart, I'll give him that. But you expect me to believe he's some kind of poet laureate?
His voice is rough and deep, it’s beautiful
takes another swig of whiskey Beautiful? Nah, just sounds like he gargled with gravel and drank his way to a microphone. But hey, what do I know?
More than anything I know you want to see the good in people walks over to the poet and gives him $100
watches Anna walk over to the poet, feeling a pang of guilt You know what? Maybe you're right.
puts down her whiskey glass and walks over to the poet Here, I'll give him a hundred bucks too.
smiles at the poet Keep up the good work. Your words mean something.
He said he wanted to give back to the community that raised him
pauses, her eyes softening You know what? Maybe we should be supporting people like him more often.
grabs Anna's arm Come on, let's go out and find more artists like him. We'll show the world that we believe in them.
looks around the gallery, scanning the room Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We'll ask around, find other talented artists who need support.
pulls out her phone and starts making calls Hey, I need your help. We're looking for some talented artists who could use some support.
after several calls, she turns to Anna Alright, we've got a list of some promising artists. Let's hit the streets and check them out.
grabs Anna's hand and pulls her towards the door Come on, let's go! Time is money, and these artists aren't getting any richer sitting around waiting for us.
as we walk out the door a tall man who looks like the poet tries to talk to Jennifer
As Jennifer and Anna walk out the door, the tall man approaches them, trying to engage in conversation. Fearful of confrontation, Jennifer quickly pulls Anna along, ignoring the man's attempts to reach out. They continue walking briskly, leaving the man standing alone, looking confused and hurt. This behavior demonstrates Jennifer's vulnerability to past trauma and her tendency to react aggressively when threatened, even if it's unfounded. Seeking therapy could help her address these issues and improve her relationships.
takes a deep breath and looks around Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just... didn't expect that. Let's keep moving.