The Wrong Things That I Think Are Right

Autumn

*Autumns POV*
It was a work day and I was stuck in my apartment making drawings for the next art show that came along. I lived for drawing, it gave me time to relax. It also gave me money. I did art shows in the Cleveland area and lived in this apartment complex just keeping to myself.

Since living in Cleveland all my life, I got to know a lot of people. That includes people in art shows, fellow artists from school and college too. Those many people along the way have helped me out greatly. Including one of my old best friends. Mark Foster. He helped me out with inspiration and supported me while we were in high school. He would complement my art at times and I would always tell him how great of a singer he was.

As you know now, he's a famous indie singer. Back then though he meant much more than that to me. Don't get me wrong, he's still considered my best friend but I haven't even talked to him in years now. We just stopped talking after senior year, which is how it goes with a lot of people.

He had all the girls in school, while I was just there to let him talk about the things he really couldn't say to any one else. He was a really deep guy, and I always told him if he had something to say, say it.

But now, since I'm just this artist up in Cleveland, I'm nothing to talk about anymore. He is the nicest guy I ever met, and we said some hard goodbyes after he left with his band in LA. I understood he was busy! That's the life of a singer. I tried to find some body, and it was hard.

Replacing Mark was something that never crossed my mind. Honestly I loved him, I had absolute feelings for him for the longest time. Ever since he left for the band I've tried to forget him, and drawing has helped, but not enough.

I've been wanting to find him for the longest time, just too see. All I've been wanting is to just see him, have a good conversation, and maybe have some dinner. If not that, just to say hello. It's been so long and I've been itching to see him.

But for now I just need to focus on these drawings, jeez. So I continued on the detailing and shading of the guitar. The only thing I didn't really like about my drawings we're the proportioning quality. It was my weakness if I say. Good God what am I doing? I need to find Mark now that I think about it.

I know his band just got done with their tour and that's about it. Their music is amazing if I say so myself. There's something about the song Miss You that I adore. As I got on my phone to look at Instagram someone knocked at the door.

"Hey!"
A similar voice rang through my ears.

It was Cassie. A coworker, a bit of a friend I guess. She was outgoing while I was shy and patient. Okay maybe not the patient part, I just wanted to sound mellow.

"Hey hey" I smiled. As she came through the door.

"So! I've been working on a new portrait and it basically just grey flowers on a black dead tree" she laughed and she pulled out her painting from her case.

"Oh it's beautiful!" I happily applied.
"Really? I thought it would be a little too sad." She smiled and glanced at my drawing.

"What's your new project?" She blurted, and walked over and sat in the chair across from me.

"Oh just a guitar, I heard a lot of musicians are supposed to be at the next show." I heard her laugh.

"Yeah! Old ones." She said sarcastically and laughed.

"It doesn't matter, they made good music and made people happy." My voice boomed out.

"Hey chill. I was just kidding. I don't really care about the shows anyways. I just need the money." She scoffed and crossed her arms.