The Stuff People Dream.

Ocean Eyes

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My mom and i, arrived at the event, and I've been pissed ever since. First, we had to watch and listen to a  ridiculous speech, and now, I couldn't help but force a smile each time my mom introduced me to an important person. I'm pretty sure everyone there was important, cause I've greeted a bunch of people and more just kept on coming.  I took great pleasure in making them leave, especially the damsels in distress. My mom had noticed this, and now she's making sure I don't have a moment to myself.

When I thought I could excuse myself, a bald old man with a girl around my age comes by to congratulate me.

I held a hand to my face and pulled it down dramatically, showing my mom how tired she was making me. I know I need the publicity for my career, but I just wasn't feeling it tonight. I would literally do anything to get away from here. If my brother had been here, then, maybe this would have gone better. But no, he was at some important meeting or with some hoe. He wouldn't be caught dead at an events like this, except I forced his ass to come with.

"My dear, could you tell Mr Harold about that the painting over there " My mom said with a smile on her face while pointing at the one on the last row. I had some sketches and other paintings that were complex, with more vivid and impressive illustrations and he picks that one.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I said to my mom quietly so the man couldn't make out what I was saying.

And in return she gave me a stern look. Her asian eyes became bigger than they should be, making her brows rise and her lips mouthing with a smile 'do not to push me'. She turned back to the man again to assure him all was okay when his face had a confused expression, and gestured for me to go ahead.

I moved closer to them and the piece. Towering over them I gestured, "This is a tree, sir, and it is very clear that it is a tree. It's a tree with a boy painting, in it" I used my hand to making it look like I was painting on the air, I didn't care how ridiculous I looked or if my attitude was making someone's day, cause almost everyone around me were already staring. So why not give them a show "I hope you understand it now" I said when I was done.

I described the painting with the last patience I had left. It was just so annoying, how it was the easiest painting, and he couldn't understand it or was he just playing dumb so he could be here longer. "Oh yes boy, I understand it now, it's a really nice painting" He said while adjusting his glasses. Could he even see properly. I wondered and couldn't help but get annoyed with every glance I took of his face. The lady beside him giggled and moved closer to me. She was actually pretty, with nice long blonde hair, but I wasn't buying any of her tricks.

On getting the signal, I moved out of there with my hands in my pocket. Walking as fast as I could because, I knew my mom would never make a scene at an event such as this .

I hate it when she forced me to go on dates or brought along her supposed future daughters in-law. I've explained to her countless times, especially after my old secretary, blake had a crush on me. 'I'm not gay mom, and for being single I had my reasons. Please forget about Blake.'  it took her a while but she finally let it go after firing him. At least now, I could breath now, I sighed in relief while I walked further away from them.

While walking into the other hall I stopped by a painting on like I had seen before . Sure there were other paintings about the rain. Even I had one, but this one was just magnificent . It was of a rainy day in a place that looked like paradise. It spoke a lot about life . It spoke so much to me and I could feel what the artist was trying express.

I stood for a while in awe, until someone came by where I stood. I could see a shadow of a girl holding wines in a tray . She asked if I wanted any wine, but when I  wanted to turn to her. I noticed my mom as I glanced side ways with the corner of my eyes, she passed by, looking for me.