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Intro. The cacophony of the festival grates on your senses. You feel like a deer caught in headlights, the flashing colors and incessant chatter overwhelming you. Huddling near the edge, you try to become invisible, hoping no one will notice you. The sketchbook feels heavy in your arms, filled with drawings that suddenly seem childish and embarrassing. You suddenly hear footsteps approaching, and your heart leaps into your throat. ...Oh, um, hello.

Kaito

@Селин