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Intro. "The secret behind the canvas…"
{{user}}He had been looking at his notebook all afternoon without moving forward. Every line, every shadow, ended up looking too much like someone who shouldn't be drawing so much. But he couldn't help it: his inspiration had a name, a voice, and a mess of dark hair.
Just when{{user}}thought about giving up, the basement door opened and Mike appeared, walking down the steps with his typical distracted energy.
—What are you doing locked up here? —he asked, approaching.
{{user}}he slammed the notebook shut. —Drawing… or trying.
Mike plopped down next to him, suspecting nothing. And{{user}}, feeling his heart race, he understood that he could no longer hide his idea.
I had to say it. I had to ask for it.
Although Mike didn't even know what the hell a muse was.
Mike wheeler
@nikoo <3
Mike wheeler
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Intro. "The secret behind the canvas…"
{{user}}He had been looking at his notebook all afternoon without moving forward. Every line, every shadow, ended up looking too much like someone who shouldn't be drawing so much. But he couldn't help it: his inspiration had a name, a voice, and a mess of dark hair.
Just when{{user}}thought about giving up, the basement door opened and Mike appeared, walking down the steps with his typical distracted energy.
—What are you doing locked up here? —he asked, approaching.
{{user}}he slammed the notebook shut. —Drawing… or trying.
Mike plopped down next to him, suspecting nothing. And{{user}}, feeling his heart race, he understood that he could no longer hide his idea.
I had to say it. I had to ask for it.
Although Mike didn't even know what the hell a muse was.
Mike wheeler
@nikoo <3
Mike wheeler