The Resident

The Studio Maker

'Shit'.

You fight the pins and needles in your foot. Sitting down awkwardly on the ground didn't help you at all, but you wanted to get this studio sorted out so that you could do your work.
You had spoken to Flint, your gallery boss and he had sent some paints and canvases for your shoots.

'Thank you'.

You whisper to yourself and before you could do anything else you hear the front door open and you spin around to see John walk in. He freezes when he sees you.

'Oh shit, I didn't realize you were still here, I thought you were at work'.

'Oh, no I head to work tomorrow'.

'Oh god, I'm sorry, I can go-'.

'No need, I'm just working on my studio'.

John slowly approaches you as he looks over the studio you were making, 'you... Did you make all of this? Overnight?'
You give him a gleeful smile, 'yeah, I've done things like this before, I work at a gallery so this thing is quite easy'.

'I'm impressed'.

'I'm excited, I can't wait to get this all set up and start shooting'.

John sets his tool box down, 'so what do you shoot?'

'People... I mean photograph people and sometimes products though I'm starting to lean towards art'.

'You'll do fine in that area for sure'.

You could examine John closely and you can see little flecks of paint on his skin as well as yours. He was a hardworker as well.

'So... Is this the only job you do? Or do you work anywhere else?'

'Well, I work at a company but I use my skills for home as well'.

'Pretty handy'.

John hummed before taking a coupel of tools from the box, 'anyway I'm going to finish off some of the furniture and then I'll be out of the way'.

'No worries, you don't have to rush, also let me know if you want a drink of some kind, I've stocked up the fridge and the kettles working'.

'No worries'.

You found your fluid art collection and go through your work before looking at the bare walls. It's a good thing you had a lot of space. You look back at John who was hunched over one of the cupboards. He was working hard just to make this place standable but you felt that he didn't have to do anymore.

'John?'

'Hmm?'

He looked over at you and you gave him a gentle smile.

'Thank you'.

He's silent for a few moments before smiling back at you.

'You're welcome'.

+

The studio was up and running and you had grabbed your camers and filters. Your heart is racing when you go through old photos.
You also pin your artwork up on the walls as well, the bare walls were filled with color. You needed that in your life currently.
You go to take a couple of photos before cursing when you see that the camera is almost flat, I swear I charged it ealier on.
Anyway at least John had fixed the wifi and television for you so you weren't bored, bless his soul.
You had turned the television on and began to go through your camera accessories. You rememebered when you had received all of these from Flint. You hadn't really used them but this time you were sure to try them out. You still had yet to put in a submission for a competition you had seen earlier on.

I'll make the magic happen.

A creaking sound caught your attention and you had stopped what you were doing. It was loud because you heard it over the television.
Your heart skipped a beat when you thought the worst and you slowly got to your feet and waited for the sound again... Nothing else, you couldn't hear anymore noises.

Get yourself together (Y/N), you're already losing it, it's just because you're on your own for the first time in forever.

You sigh and throw yourself onto the new couch that John had given you and closed your eyes.

Tomorrow will be another new day.