He wasn't

Chapter 15

He Wasn't: Chapter Fifteen

The day of the art exhibit finally came. I was so nervous it took me 2 hours to pick clothes to wear. I had to look professional because all famous artists are gonna be at the exhibit later. My favorite and idolized artist, Alyssa Monks is going to be there so is Megan's well anticipated artist, Charmaine Olivia. Both artists are amazing. Like, they are famous for their hyper realism style. It's the one where you think a painting is like a picture but it's not.

Alyssa Monks, as far as I know has a studio and exhibit of her own based in New York city. All of her paintings, starting with the very small piece ranges to $500,000.00 and up. And as far as I could remember, I onced researched her latest paintings and got sold for like, $3,000,000.00 and up.

"Hey Sofie, I think she's here!" Megan grabbed my arm and dragged me to the center of the lobby. She fixed her posture and smoothened her hair as she did to mine and undusted my blazer.

"It's ok," I said, stopping her. "I can do it on my own. I feel like a kid,"

"I'm just so excited for you!" She giggled as she flashed a very excited look on me. "I really bet Alyssa Monks will love your works, it truly is amazing."

I smirked. "Stop it, don't let it get to my head,"

"By the way, did Nathan called you already?"

"What's with that all of a sudden?"

"I'm assuming you guys are ok by now."

"Don't count on it--"

"Sofie, Alyssa Monks just arrived, she's already looking at your paintings." Professor Jones whispered in my ear out of nowhere.

"I got to go," I turned around as Megan smiled and gave me a thumbs up.

As I came closer to my favorite artist, I could feel the palm of my hands began to sweat, the powdered foundation and concealer that Megan had put on earlier felt like it was beginning to wear off.

My whole future depends on this. My long life dream of becoming a famous artist and to have an exhibit of my own at NYC depends on this. Of course, for now, having Alyssa Monks to agree to have a collaboration with her means everything, or even if she just agrees to take my paintings to her exhibit would be great. After all, we all have to start somewhere small.

"Good morning Alyssa," I could feel my voice beginning to crack. I stretched out my hand to her.

Alyssa's eyes widened and took my hand immediately. "Hello, are you--"

"Sofie Meyer," I interrupted and let out a nervous laugh. Maybe it's because I was so nervous that I just didn't know what I did.

"Yeah," she smiled and took a good look at me from head to toe. "I like your name... Sofie," she then turned to my paintings again.

"Um, I think I have to let this out Alyssa but... I am really a fan of your paintings, your style, the paintings, the subjects, the concepts, it really overwhelms me. And I want nothing more than to be like you."

"No," she said, still not letting go of her sight on my painting. She then leaned forward to it and let her hands roam the painting. "You are far more... Talented and gifted than me. You have the potential of being famous than all contemporary artists in NYC."

"If that is the case, then I should thank you,"

She laughed and looked at me. "Why is that?"

"For being my inspiration," I smiled.

"I'm glad I can make you inspired and let you create something beautiful," she came closer to me and gave me a friendly hug. I didn't know Alyssa Monks is this friendly and above all, she can make me feel I can do anything.