Gold is Rare But Jade is Priceless

Part 11

I felt light touches across up back as I flipped the blankets away from my face to see the light blinding me. I turned around to see Frank already dressed and was looking at his gelled back hair in the reflection of his phone while laying next to me annoyingly tapping my shoulder.

"Thank you for keeping gel in your bathroom and your phone is blowing up." I reached the nightstand for my phone as I squinted seeing thousands of notifications mentioning and tagging my name. Newspaper articles had posted about it overnight and even more, people were tagging me in things. I had to get ready quickly because there was probably already a line outside my studio. I ran into the bathroom taking a quick shower while brushing my teeth at the same time, yelling at Frank to choose an outfit for me.

"Here you go an emerald color chiffon dress with a gold matching belt and kitty-heeled boots" he knocked on the door as I reached my hand out for it and grabbed it shutting the door. It was nice but I needed a long sleeve shirt inside.

"I need a long sleeve black shirt" I yelled and he immediately had it in hand handing it over to me through the crack in the door. Usually, I just told him I got cold easily which was not a complete lie either as I put everything on and tried to apply my makeup with speed while looking presentable at the same time.

Frank handed me a cup of coffee as I ignored the brown bag of sweets, putting on my black trench coat and we were on our way to the studio. My studio was further out from the luxury area of New York and was hidden down a street where a colorful amount of graffiti had covered the sides of the two brick walls. A street down I could see people lining up with reporters and news people I looked over at Frank and he immediately understood me and told the taxi to make a circle as he called for security to clear the way. 

I probably should have chosen another location to meet people, but I didn't think ahead of time. We saw security coming down the road as they cleared people to the side using a metal gate divider to have separated the two sides of the street in order for me to walk through. I gave out a sigh as the taxi came around for the fourth time. I paid him generously as I walked out and the blast of noise filled my ears. I put up the flaps of my coat trying to shield myself away from the crowd as I walked through with Frank leading the way and holding my hand until we entered the studio's front entrance hall.

I had a front entrance that had a living room environment where I did my paperwork and a small wall divided where the mess behind would be exposed if you opened a door. I sat down at my desk and placed a chair out for our guests as I looked at the time to see the clock reading ten-fifty-five. I took in deep breaths preparing myself as one of the people I had passed by could have been her. I told Frank to let them individually come in as he let the first in. I automatically knew she was not her since the hair was brown, her height was too tall to have grown in the amount of time without special remedies and her smile was off but I let her come in anyway.

"I'm Jade N" she smiled showing a display of braces I turned my head towards Frank as he nodded asking her to leave, she seemed puzzled as she looked back at me as I gave her a smile and a shake of my head. Letting the next person in which I knew was not her either because she wore pink. After ten people came in saying that they were Jade N I got rid of the chair and started seeing them in front of the door. I was starting to wonder if anyone was actually looking at my paintings seeing that every person did not follow what I had depicted her to be. If you truly read into my art or even the description plaque on the side, you would know Jade was a person of few words and colors. 

She was introverted and would show little expression in the way she greets someone. Also, her eyes were emerald green, the green I had worked so hard to mix working through more bottles of gauche and acrylic to find the right color, than any painting I had ever commissioned for someone. By the time the clock had hit three, I had met every version of Jade N that was not her. As Frank sent the last person out, I was almost surprised at how many Jade N's there were living in New York. However, today was only the first day and we had quite a turnout so hopefully, people were still driven by the reward in order to come to me or bring her to me.