[It seemed pretty 'efficient' the night at Melody Lane, that Needy recalls it. But then again that place was kind of deathtrap to start with. Bad wiring and spilled booze everywhere, and who knew when the last time anyone had cleaned?
Looking back on it she can't help but wonder. Did the band do it on purpose, somehow? Did they set the fire the old-fashioned way...or even with black magic?]
I'm not really sure. [She glances down, briefly, rubbing at the clay still stuck to her. Picking at her fingernails.] Think that was why I stopped. I didn't like the way it was turning out.
[At Esther's prompting though she lifts her head again for a good, long look at the canvas. She nods, perhaps a bit shaken but completely serious.] It's good. Way better than I could do. Especially with people; they're really hard to draw. [It's the symmetry, the anatomy. There's too much that can come out off.] You must be like, an art prodigy or something.
[spam - art room] [cw: fire, burns]
Looking back on it she can't help but wonder. Did the band do it on purpose, somehow? Did they set the fire the old-fashioned way...or even with black magic?]
I'm not really sure. [She glances down, briefly, rubbing at the clay still stuck to her. Picking at her fingernails.] Think that was why I stopped. I didn't like the way it was turning out.
[At Esther's prompting though she lifts her head again for a good, long look at the canvas. She nods, perhaps a bit shaken but completely serious.] It's good. Way better than I could do. Especially with people; they're really hard to draw. [It's the symmetry, the anatomy. There's too much that can come out off.] You must be like, an art prodigy or something.