Pop Art // L.P

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"Perfect!" I said, finishing up another one of my drawings. I was always proud of every drawing I made, even though I wasn't as mastered as "Da Vicni", or "Picasso", or whatever. I slipped my drawing in my portfolio, which was filled with drawings if my favorite female icons.

Some were singers, others were actresses, some were just famous for being famous. Just as I was about to kick back at my office, someone knocked on my office door. I rolled my eyes, but tried to sound as nice as possible.

"Come in!" I yelled. It was my stupid boss, who I was hoping wouldn't come into my office for a while. He smiled at me, which was obviously a fake smile, and I did the same. "Yes, sir?" I asked him.

"Yes, Chelsea, I just wanted to remind you that you haven't sent out the email to the Technology Department. It's kind of, really important, you know?" my boss said. "Oh, yes! I totally forgot. Sorry." I said, with a little annoyance in my voice.

My boss nodded and left my office without a goodbye. I spinned my chair to face my laptop. As I was going to type in a name of my favorite actress in the Google search bar, I remembered I already drew her.

And every one of my favorite female celebrities.
And, I mean, every one.

I deleted the letters from the search bar, and tried thinking of someone else I could draw. I opened my journal, and opened it to a blank page.

"GOALS." I wrote in bold, big letters on top of the page. I continued writing some goals that I knew I would never do, like "Send the email my boss told me send", or "Get in shape". But, then I wrote a goal I knew I was gonna do. I'm taking this goal to the heart.

"Draw the next male celebrity I see."

I nodded after I wrote the goal. And, just then, an ad popped up to go to a stupid One Direction concert. And, guess who was the first one I saw?

Liam Payne.

So I did exactly what my goal said to do. Draw him. I grabbed a piece of drawing paper, and started drawing his face. I remembered him from a few One Direction videos that my cousins would show me.

By minute 15, I was almost finished. By minute 25, I was finished. I was confused at myself, "How did I draw him that good?" I asked myself. I don't usually look at pictures of him, yet I drew him from memory.

I slipped the picture in my portfolio, and logged into my email. I composed the email to the Tech Department, and kicked back until it was time for me to leave.