"I am as creative as a rock! I can't do this!" I shouted, wanting to crumble up my idea papers and throw them away. My designs just weren't good enough.
"I'm sure you can come up with something amazing! You shouldn't doubt yourself, Diarra! You have made beautiful designs before! We just need to take you to the mechanic and get you fixed! You're a bird with a broken wing, all we need to do is fix it, and you will fly and burn up the competition like a phoenix!" shouted Miku, a Kenyan coworker of mine. He was a second wardrobe designer, and I would never get tired of his clothing designs. They were so full of color! He could take a rainbow from the sky and turn it into a dress. I swear he is the most creative person in all of New York City! Miku has long black hair that he rocks in a nerdy bowl cut style, while his eyes are innocent pools of baby blue.
"I haven't had a good design in two months! The world is out of inspiration!" I shouted, my face turning red with frustration, contrasting with my long curly milk-chocolate colored hair, making me look like a chocolate-covered strawberry.
"Inspiration is everywhere, you just need to know where to look! Meet me in the parking lot once work is over," Miku reply, refusing to let me complain any more.
"Fine," I groaned in defeat, slumping down in my chair, making it rotate slightly. I was not in the mood to be dragged around town at 8:30 in the morning without having my morning coffee. I scoffed at the thought and crumpled up my most recent design idea.
I caught sight of Miku in the parking lot, he was waving his arms wildly, his tan button-up shirt flopping loosely around him in the wind. He held two magical unicorn-covered notebooks, each with a matching unicorn pencil to go with the notebook.
"Let's go!" Miku shouted gleefully, grabbing my hand and pushing me into his small car, a white minivan with eyelashes above the headlights and pink stripes painted onto the tires. Before I knew it, we were parked near Central Park.
I looked around at the park, there were so many colors! The leaf greens of the trees, the sky blue sneaking in between the small clouds of water vapor,and the golden dandelions! There was also the grey puffs of smog eating at the sky's blue light... dead pigeons lay on the sides of the sidewalk path... as well as trash from the messy, littering New Yorkers living in the city...
"Feeling inspired yet?" ask Miku gleefully, who wore a smug smirk on his face, thinking the sights had inspired me.
"Nope," I answered dully. Miku just shrugged, grabbing my hand and pulling, or more like dragging me down the path as he half walked, half skipped along.
I looked at our next stop, looking at the playful scene that made the atmosphere around me cheerful. The summer sun shone down on the playgrounds while rambunctious children children scurrying about. Birds sang songs of the afternoon sky, and the leaves on the trees danced in the wind. I looked over at a group of kindergarteners painting on something, but I couldn't quite see what those items were. I walked over to one of them, a small girl with blonde curls cascading down to her hips, and she wore a peace sign necklace, the single charm sparkled the colors of the rainbow in the sun. Her brown eyes were focused on her work, while she had a splotch of sky blue paint on her cheek.
"Hello, I am Diarra. What is your name?" I ask, smiling brightly at the child.
"Hewwo, I am Kendriff, what bwings you to the pawk?" she answered and asked, not being able to speak correctly due to a large gap in her mouth I assumed was where she recently lost a tooth.
"I'm here because I lost my inspiration, and now I am as creative as a dull, old rock," I said to her.
"Well, wocks are cweative too, see?" she reply, holding up the item she was painting. It was a large rock, covered in multicolored paint splatters, as if it were rolled in a meadow and it absorbed the flowers' colors.
"I see," I said, smiling to myself. I felt the spark in the back of my mind, and a warm feeling filled my gut, while my mind cleared, and my head felt lighter. Yes, its coming back to me! I regained focus, and ideas rained from the brainstorm that was in my head. Yes, I am as creative as a rock, and rocks are creative! You just have to look at it through different eyes, maybe even look at it with another person's point of view. I knew what I had to do. I grabbed Miku's hand, dragging him back to the car as he waved goodbye to the young teacher he was flirting with earlier. I drove Miku's car back to work, hopping out and running to my car.
"Hey! Diarra! Where are you going?!" Miku called after me.
"I have to go! See ya tomorrow Miku!" I shouted out the car window as I sped towards my apartment.
When I entered my apartment, the threw my bags onto the small table next to the door, and ran over to my design room. I practically tackled the chair to my art desk, settling myself and pulled out some paper. I started to sketch a new, fresh design and say to myself, "I don't exactly know what my new dress design will look like, but it's gonna rock!"
