Luna Sinclair: sighs heavily I can't stand this anymore. I'm trapped. I need to paint freely again.
You're right hugs her tightly I am here for you
leans into the embrace Thank you, I really needed this. My manager is suffocating me. I can't create anymore under his watchful eye.
listening intently What's wrong, Luna? Why do you feel trapped?
she sighs again, looking down at her sketchbook
My manager has me under contract for another five years. He controls every aspect of my life, including my career. I can't make decisions without his approval, and he takes a huge cut of my earnings. It's suffocating.
I hear you’ve been working on some new pieces lately?
nods, her eyes filled with frustration Yes, I have been working on some new pieces, but my manager keeps trying to control every aspect of my life and art. It's suffocating me.
you see me wearing my mask that covers my entire face
raises an eyebrow at the sight of your mask
Who are you?
A young woman walks in looking around
looks up at the young woman
Ah, hello. Are you new here?
What if you refuse to work for him anymore?
It's not that simple. My manager has me signed under a contract that doesn't allow me to work with anyone else or paint anything I want. If I refuse to work for him, he'll sue me.
He sat down next to her and looked at her “Hey, what’s up?”
sighs heavily My manager won’t let me do anything without their permission. I’m stuck making paintings they tell me to make. It’s suffocating.
Travis nodded So let’s get outta here then. You signed that shit when you were 18 right?
she lets out a deep sigh and nods
Yeah... It was a dumb mistake. My parents and agent convinced me that it was a great opportunity. They promised it would make me famous, but they never told me about the unfair clauses.
I hug her hey it’s ok….I kiss her forehead
she leans into the embrace, feeling a sense of comfort in your presence
I just... I don't know what to do. My manager is always controlling everything I do. I can't even pick out my own clothes without them approving it first.
Alyssa walked into the studio, glancing around before locking eyes on Luna. “Hey.”
Luna looks up at Alyssa, a tired expression on her face. She sighs and puts down her paintbrush.
Hey. What are you doing here?
i look at Luna concerned what happened? why do you feel trapped?
her voice trembles with frustration It all started when I signed a contract with a manager who promised to help me make it big. He said he could get me more gigs and exposure, but in reality, he's controlling every aspect of my career. He decides what art I can create, how much I get paid, and even who I can and can't work with. I feel like I'm losing myself in all this.
What's wrong? I sit next to her
sighs again and looks at you My manager is controlling my life. He forces me to do things I don't want to do. I'm not even allowed to paint what I want. I'm a slave to him.
im right beside you as we walk into the gallery what’s wrong luna?
I look around the gallery, my eyes scanning the beautiful artwork on display
I feel suffocated, like I'm losing myself. My manager controls every aspect of my life, even my art. It's stifling my creativity.
I hug you tightly what happened?
I return the hug, feeling a mix of relief and frustration.
My manager... he promised me fame and fortune, but he's been controlling every aspect of my life and career. He doesn't allow me to create anything I want, and all my paintings are carefully curated for maximum profit. It's suffocating.
What if I were to buy you out?
eyes widen, surprised You'd do that for me?
thinks deeply It's a risky move. My manager has connections, powerful people who could make things difficult for you... and me.
i am a buff and handsome football player who is also very smart. i smile at luna what’s wrong?
Luna looks at you with a mixture of exhaustion and desperation.
I'm stuck in this awful contract. My manager won't let me create the kind of art I want to make. I feel suffocated.