Thrown Into Fame Chapter 23

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Kayla's P.O.V.

"Okay thank you, I'll meet you tomorrow 9 A.M." I hang up the phone and sigh aloud with a smile on my face. "I got it!" I yell to Gydel. She comes hopping into my room.
"You did?!?" I nod.
"Yep I'm meeting Sam at his office at 9 tomorrow morning." She jumps towards me.
"Eppp! That's so exciting. I got to go shower though." Her meeting with the art insitute is in a few hours.
"Good Luck if I'm not here before you leave." She gives me smile and goes to get ready. I look at the business card sitting on my dresser.
"Stop by when ever you can." The words he uttered as him and his brother left the elevator bounce around in my head. I remember last night calling Nick back twice, not getting and answer either time so I didn't bother leave a message.
Art in the Minds
Max Newbrie - Main Featured Artist
I pick up the phone and decided to give him a call. Another employee picks up and I ask if Max is going to be in today, she said he usually always is. She asked me if I wanted her to tell Max I would be stopping by and I told her I wanted it to be a suprise.
I grabbed jeans and a off the shoulder black tee shirt. I threw on some converse and black eye liner shaking out my wildly curly hair. I didn't put much effort in at all, but I still looked good. I left the hotel and stopped and got a latte. The address of the gallery wasn't too far so I decided I could walk.
There's nothing better than walking New York City. The fast paced life style everyone there lives is contagious. It makes you feel so alive, so much like you've never felt anything like it before. It's mezmorizing. I reach the studio with ease and see the big painted letters on the sign. It's an older building with all big glass windows. There are about five stories and you can see into them all with ease. In side all the wals, floors, stairs, and even counter tops are white, but on the white there ar paintings everywhere. Without any decour, your eyes are drawn to the beautiful paintings.
"Hi can I help you?" I reconize the voice as the lady who I spoke on the phone with.
"Yes, hi I called earlier and I'm looking for Max?" She gets a smile on her face.
"Well I was expecting you'd be a pretty little thing, but not this pretty." Her southern twang makes her words kinder and even more comforting. She continues to speak. "Little girls like you are usually here to see Phil, I'd have to say you've been the first to come visit for Max. He's grown so fast. Now he's all the way on the top floor, tell em Thema sent him and you be kind now." I nod and thank her polietly and silently wonder what the hell I'm doing her. I start the first set of stairs and stop on to see a room all white, but filled with pictures of the sea. They are simply stunning, but I don't want to look now. The next floor is the sun. It shines off of the white everywhere. Fittingly the next room is filled with snow. The white in the walls is no where near the white in the paintings. The next and last of the levels with glass is all pictures of the city. SImply amazing. I climb the last set of stairs which are not white, but black. I get to a door and knock.
"It's open!." I hear Max yell and I open the door. He's standing in front of a big canvas with paint everywhere. His shirt is torn and his basketball shorts are coverd in paint stains, he wears no shoes, but black socks. His hair is a mess, but he still looks gourgous. I stand in the doorway.
"Thema sent me." I smile as he is shocked to see me here.
"W-what are you doing her?" He can barely stutter it out.
"You did say stop by anytime?"
"Oh of course." We both stand there smiling.
"I was going to take a break anyway follow me." I follow him into the small kitchen area he has set up. He motions me to sit on the couch and grabs us some waters.
"So this is your studio?" He nods with and excited look on his face.
"Yeah, I practically live her, hence the kitchen and couch." We talk for a little longer and I tell him about the meeting I have set up with Sam. He tells me he would love to give me a tour of the gallery, but he doesn't have time right now. He invited me back Sunday afternoon and I accepted. Thema gives me a small wink as I leave and I feel good. Good that I came to see Max and good that we talked. It's nice to have a friend in New York City especially one in the art business, but could he be more than a friend?

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[xbutterfly55]

:) Great chapter!

Very descriptive and I loved it! =D

I am curious about the more than a friend thought!?

[minnieiscool]

Ooh more than just a friend?? hmm maybe!

Loved it! like always :)