It's time to show the work, present this art piece of a twisted metal sculpture.
Time to do public speaking for an art college project, yet he can't swallow the pit of his stomach.
Nervousness gurgling, stage fright rising. The last one sounded too pedantic (something like this video) and really introduced several words he had to look into a dictionary for. He can't get out, an unsympathetic shove hits his spine, it's his buddy.
"Uh-Huh This is my art piece, It's-"
Already that art student coughed in the back, sneering as he checked his notes to get back into the speech.
"It's a spikey demon that's meant for personal introspection, of all the frustrated times I've had, A self portrait as you will. Oh crap"
Interest picks up, then he continues.
"So yeah, that's my project."
So it ends, he walks away. Shorter than the last presentation, a sigh comes as it did not appear to be bad as he thought it was.
A confused mass of intentions, he's only got some notes on his sketchbook, and he's got a unsympathetic shove from the back, he's got to present his work.
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