I was invited to show my work in a very known, rich man’s house. He told me he wanted a beautiful mural in his library, so when I called to see if I could come; he was very kind and told me I could. By the next week I had stacked up my van with lots of colors of paint, and many different sized brushes. As I rode over there I kept thinking of what he would want me to paint, and how big his actually was. It was a 4 hour drive, and when I arrived there it was nothing like I had ever seen before. The house towered over all the others (although they were all quite large), with its pale white paint glimmering in the sun. The front porch was full of beautiful flowers, and the pillars are long green vines running along them. This was by far going to be the biggest project I’ve ever had. Anxiously walking toward the entrance may have been worst part, many, many workers stopped doing their job and would just stare at me. At that point I realized my dark hair may have been a little too long, and my painters’ jeans were maybe too casual and filthy for this area, also my shirt was about a size too small. It was too late to turn back and change or buy new clothes, so I decided to keep walking, slightly covering my face with my arms, brushes, or paint. When I entered the house it was even more gorgeous on the inside than out, I had seen from outside there were many windows. Yet this was nothing like I had seen before, by the door there was simple stained glass, but a little bit farther while being led to Mr.Iero’s office I saw tainted glass, colored glass, and even combinations. Besides just the windows, it took us about 15 minutes to get to his office while I’m pretty sure the person leading me knew exactly where to go since he had a very confident walk, quick pace (I could barely keep up, especially while admiring the house) and very straight posture. I thought I had faintly heard Green Day at some point, which I obviously recognized since it was my favorite song of all time, and for that exact reason I figured it was just stuck in my head. When we finally reached Mr.Iero’s office, I was still awestruck about the house, yet it was lessening slightly. He said I looked great for the job, and let me silently to the library and showed me a sketch of what he wanted and exactly where, that was it; no explanation, no small talk, nothing. Just quick orders and then walked off as if he didn’t realize I was actually there and he had so many more important things to do than talk to me, or even look at me. Oh well, it is a very well-paying job and there is no distractions whatsoever so I should be able to finish this mural in a few months.

Notes

I'm not too happy about this,
but my friend (helenakilljoy) kept telling me to write,
so I felt obliged to.
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yes I'm leaving you hanging a little bit longer till Frerard fluff, sorrynotsorry.
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anyway I have to go study for my test I'm going to fail hard since it's just like 90 vocabulary words....
well, comment and subscribe 'n shit, and well, frerardthough. xx