𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄.. - 𝐩𝐫𝐧 & 𝐦𝐣

chapter ten

On the $36 flight back to Philly, Michael felt like shit, yet he felt liberated; that was nearly ten months ago.

Michael had a job as an art teacher at Roosevelt Elementary School while still pursuing his art on the side, still restoring art in churches and places similar, picking up a recreational wine habit that he could now afford, thanks to him actually listening to his head and taking a job at the school.

He mostly worked with the younger kids K-4, while the other art teacher dealt with the older ones, Michael's patience and willingness to work with them very small, not prepared to have anything to do with them.

It was a Friday morning, and just like every Friday morning, there was a vase filled with red lilies from Prince. He usually painted the clear vases and sold them, never bothering to read the card, knowing it was probably lies.

Michael found peace and was supposed to find a new apartment next week, thankfully ridding himself of the red lilies every Friday.

He got himself a car, so getting to work wasn't hard or on the bus. He was stable for the first time in a while, and he was nearly finished his collection 'Behind the eyes of a broken heart', set to be on display at a local art gallery in two weeks, and hopefully that would pull him out of Philadelphia, having grown bored of the city he was so excited to come to with his sister a few years prior. It was time to let go, truly.

"Good morning K-4!" He smiled, eagerly as they entered his classroom.

"Good morning Mr. Jackson." They all said in a uniform way as they found their seats.

That was Michael's life for the past 6 months now, and at 3, like always he would leave and go home to a nice bottle of wine to finish a painting after he came from the art supply store; even on the Fridays that he did summer school.

With the casual, mellow sound of Sade, he happily finished his collection barely sober enough to past a breathalyzer test.

"Finished." He said, dropping the paintbrush into a cup of water sitting on an end table he purchased for that specific purpose.

It was beginning to get into fall, and Michael enjoyed the feeling of it; fall being one of his favorite seasons.

He just sat at his table, looking at the view, vibing.

THREE WEEKS LATER

Michael was hastily rushing into Philadelphia International Airport, his recent collection purchasing him the opportunity to go to New York and push out another collection, all costs covered for 25% of the profit it would make when sold at an art gallery.

He was ecstatic for the opportunity, and even more ecstatic that he would be staying in Manhattan with an amazing view; nothing stopping his creative process.

Michael Jackson was a household name in Philadelphia, and soon it would be in New York, and then Philadelphia, and to think he did it all alone, no rich parents, no assistance, no connections; all fueled by a broken heart-- the collection atleast.

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this chapter was just for y'all to see his progression lmfao :)

it be the success for meeeee!!