Come on, Makai. What's stopping you? Brad spoke to me over the phone. Your single, your

career's kicking off. You got a good reputation around the block. I mean, if you ask me, I think

you're more than capable of leading not only the storyboards but concept designs too.

I know I can do it. I replied, fiddling with my keys to try and open my apartment door

while at the same time trying to talk to Brad. Just give me some time to think about it at

least. Is that okay? I finally got the key in the lock and let myself in.

Yeah, man, of course, Brad said. I'll let you sleep on it, and I'll wait for you to tell

me tomorrow that you're up to the challenge. I chuckled at his confidence.

Mm-hmm, I responded. Well, thank you again, as always. I'll give you a firm answer tomorrow.

All right, brother, you take care. You too. Good night.

I hung up the phone through my stuff onto my bed, followed then by me, and stared at the ceiling.

I'd just been given the opportunity by the studio to serve as a leading consultant for

storyboard and concept art on a new cartoon that network is producing. Did it finally pay off?

All those years of interning, studying, drawing, and scribbling drawing classes a kid

and not even paying attention? Guess so. In truth, I was being a little overly humble and modest

over the phone to Brad, the art director for the project. Of course, I could do it. I knew that

without a doubt. But I also didn't favour making such fast decisions. I wasn't going to be able

to sleep easily the whole night. My mind would be racing. I stepped into my art studio,

surrounded by the many colourful designs plastered on the walls. They were creations over the years

from when I was young. Some recent, some I'd made on road trips when I was bored, some drunk

study hall in school, and countless more I don't remember exactly when I made them. Sitting on my

drawing board was an unfinished project I'd started last night, but didn't get around completing,

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