The year is 1994. The Artist finds himself in a situation no one ever thought could happen. How does he get out of it, or perhaps more importantly, how did he get there in the first place?
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September 1, 1994
**The Artist POV**
"No, no, no..." I iterate forcefully into the receiver, pulling it away from my ear momentarily to give it a look of disdain. "How many times do I have to tell you, pink carnations are not acceptable!"
I've already been on the phone for 45 minutes, but the florist I'm speaking to just doesn't seem to be getting it. "I'm done with this conversation. Let me speak to your supervisor...."
"But, but, sir...." I hear his bumbling voice stutter on the other end of the line. "If you'll just listen..."
Now normally I wouldn't let situations like this irritate me, but I'd been pretty much put through the emotional wringer over the last 24 hours. Between dealing with Carmen and her nonsense, Lani's unexpected rejection, spending all night in the studio trying to pull everything together for her, and now this...at this point I've pretty much had it. I guess this is what they meant when they said anything worth having is worth fighting for...
"I have been listening...for the past 45 minutes..." I cut in impatiently. "....and I don't care what you have to do. I insist on a bouquet of purple and white roses to be delivered tonight, and money is no object..." Especially since what I really want, no amount of money can buy...
"I understand, Artist sir..." the kid breathlessly replies. "...but those flowers are out of season, and no one in the area has any. Trust me...I've looked everywhere..."
"I'm sure you have...but I really need to make this happen tonight..." I offer back with an exasperated sigh, running my free hand through my ebony locks in exhausted frustration.
"Come on kid, help a guy out..." I plead desperately, making one last bid for assistance as I take in the crumpled up papers strewn around me, littering the studio floor. Until I can finish with the rest of my plan, this is going to have to do. It's not much...but it's the least I can do for her....
"Bob!" I finally hear the kid screaming across the store. "I've got The Artist on the line demanding some purple roses be delivered tonight! What should I tell him...?"
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**Iolani POV**
After driving around for half an hour with Lo mindlessly chattering my ear off, I was more than ready to reach our destination. Anything had to be better than listening to her running commentary about anything and everyone we passed.
"Did you see that woman on the corner?" she asks excitedly. "Her baby had the biggest pretzel I've ever seen. I wonder where she got it...."
As I quietly sit there, my eyes darting between the hectic rush hour traffic and the buildings we're driving past, it's all I can do to keep myself from laughing at her over exuberance. I love you girl, but it's obvious you don't get out much...
