Ready For Love : Tyler Seguin Fan Fiction

Tyler gets hurt

It's been a week since I signed the biggest contract of my life in Los Angeles, California. I am sitting at my desk on my computer refreshing my bank account. The money should be in there any minute now. My heart is actually pounding faster than usual. The anticipation is killing me. It's not even that I want to spend the money. It's just the fact that a piece of my work is that popular. I'm proud that my hard work paid off. Every morning I would sit there and wait for the perfect moment to capture and I was able to capture it on the 4th and final day of my trip there. It almost didn't happen. I hit refresh one more time and the money shows up. It actually brings tears to my eyes. I feel so accomplished. I can't relish in it too long, though, I have a meeting scheduled with Donna today. The exhibition is coming up. It's just 2 weeks away.

I drive up to Lotus Blossom Gallery and park my car. I get out and walk in and pray that I am first to get here. Every time Donna gets here before me she just gives me a glare even if I am on time. Luckily I have beaten her this time. I walk around the room and begin to visualize how everything is going to look. In a few days my spray paint artist will come in here and install my backgrounds. I haven't seen them in person yet but I have seen pictures and they look amazing. It's like they were able to see the vision in my head. I got word from Mick that my frames are almost done and he will be going to my studio to install all 50 of them. I have such an amazing team working for me. I couldn't have dreamed of things going as smoothly as they are.

The invitations were sent out a few days ago so they should be arriving to everyone today or tomorrow. It's hard to imagine there isn't much else that needs to be done. Once the backgrounds are installed I will get the photos up. I have a rough sketch of how I want the room mapped out but that could change once I see it all in front of me. The only things I am waiting on are the flags of the countries. They should be delivered in a few days. I see Donna walking towards the doors and brace myself for her poor attitude. It's so unpleasant dealing with her.

"Good morning, Donna," I say as she walks through the doors.

"Yeah," she replies, "where are we on the murals?" Always right down to business, she is, she has no time for small talk ever.

"He should be done Thursday and they'll be installed Friday," I reply.

"I'd like for the whole room to be set up by Sunday. Do you think you can handle that while I am away?" She's going to be away the rest of this week working with another client in Calgary so I am going to be left here to get a lot of the setup done, which I am not complaining about. It's less stressful when she's not around. I like to be in control anyway.

"Yes I can. Mick and I will be able to get everything up this weekend."

"Good." She crosses her arms over her chest. "Have you decided on your prices yet?"

The prices. That is the only thing I struggle with. The perfect amount to ask for. You don't want to overcharge but you don't want to under charge either. I always have such a hard time coming up with prices. I've been thinking about it lately but haven't come up with definitive numbers yet. I know once I tell her I haven't she's going to give me one of her famous ice queen glares. "I'm very close," I reply.

"You need to figure it out," she snaps.

"I'm close. I'll have everything done by the time you come back."

"I expect you to."

Sometimes I really think she forgets that she works for me and not the other way around. Again, I choose to pick my battles. I've just gotten used to the fact that this is the way she talks to people and there's not much I can do about it. She still is the best of the best and she's helped me tremendously. I only have to deal with her for two more weeks. It's not that bad. If I haven't strangled her by now I think I'll be able to get through the next two weeks without trying to kill her. I know she's just trying to help me but she's very frustrating. I just have learned to blow her off. Kill her with kindness. Ignore her rudeness. It hasn't changed her much but at least my blood doesn't boil while I am around her anymore.