Following the loss of her child's father to suicide, Taelyn endeavors to rebuild her life while single-handedly raising her three-year-old son, Mason. In the midst of this, love finds her unexpectedly, mending her broken heart.
no comment just enjoy 😏... —— 4:30pm. Los Angeles, California.
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I was currently on the phone with Andre, I left the art studio a few hours ago, after ordering room service I sat at the table and drew in my sketchbook trying to clear my mind. I wasn't sad or depressed, I just had a lot to think about.
I had to put my phone on speaker because I still couldn't hear out of my left ear, it's been two almost three days, I guess my body had to get used to the medicine the hospital gave me; but what if it didn't?
"I'm looking at bringing you in full time next year and you'd have to relocate, I know that's just a few months away we're damn near in September. I was going to hold off on bringing it up until you went back home, but as I stated before man, your talent is unmatched. I truly believe you'd be an amazing asset to the art industry as a whole. Jasper had told me a lot about your work prior to the art show; but seeing your work ethic and artistic abilities up close? Man!, it really changed it all." He said on the other end as I remained silent taking in everything he was saying.
"You'll also make commission plus some for any of the work you do and ant pieces sell, now this may seem like a lot so you definitely don't have to answer right away." He said as I let out a chuckle and I finished up this sketch, I was trying my hardest not to tune him out. "Besides, I still have some other things to process on my end." He said as I continued to draw, I was honestly a little overwhelmed; shit as moving faster than I expected.
I mean I did want to move out here, but I needed to process it all and make the best decision. Damn, then I have to pack all my shit, and what about Tae...
"I promise man you're gonna love it out here-"
"Can I sleep on it." I cut him off. "I mean you're cool with it right? Once I get back to Brooklyn and talk it out with my family and my girl I'll give you a call, I do appreciate this offer and opportunity to expand my talents in places other than Brooklyn, I do hope to open my own studio." I said before rubbing my ear again.
"No problem man! Just hit me up once you get back home and have that conversation. Now, go enjoy Los Angeles since it's your lastnight out here, hit up Venice beach or something." Andre said as I nodded as if he could see me.
"Aight man I sure will, and again I appreciate the opportunity. I'll keep in touch." I said before we ended our call. Sitting my pen down I closed my sketchbook before sauntering over to the bed.
Sitting at the foot of it I laid against the soft mattress and sighed before shutting my eyes, it was like I was crashing and the tiredness was taking over, I rolled over onto my side and opened my eyes to see my suitcase open along with my stuff scattered on the chair.
I needed to pack up all this stuff, including some gifts I got for my mom, Ry, Mason, and Taelyn; but for now I'd just sleep. —- two hours later.
