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hellobroadway2012-06-04 02:42 am
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"Sunday afternoon there's something special. It's just like another world."
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nickthewarbler and warble_on_jeff
What: Catching up
Where: Bella Vita Galleries, Manhattan
When: Sunday afternoon
It was easy for Nick to get lost in his art, and today was no exception. He had come to the gallery on the day he was supposed to be at home to be here to give one of his commission pieces to the client, and they had been over the moon. Nick always preferred to hand his work over in person rather than through an employee, especially when the client was paying as much as this guy had because his great grandparents had been Italian and wanted Nick to paint an original piece from a childhood photograph he had. It had been one of his favourite jobs, and he was sad to see it go, but when the guy promised he would wholeheartedly be back for more, that made it all worth it.
But he had gotten distracted then and made the mistake of going into his studio for a little while. That had been hours ago, and he only thought to even check the time when he stared to feel sleepy. He grabbed his phone to check the screen and it told him it was after five. "Shit, crap!" he cursed in surprise and was just getting up off his stool from in front of his easel when Jeff came into the studio. "Shit, babe, I'm really sorry. I just got wrapped up and lost track of time. I should have been home hours ago!"
nickthewarbler and warble_on_jeffWhat: Catching up
Where: Bella Vita Galleries, Manhattan
When: Sunday afternoon
It was easy for Nick to get lost in his art, and today was no exception. He had come to the gallery on the day he was supposed to be at home to be here to give one of his commission pieces to the client, and they had been over the moon. Nick always preferred to hand his work over in person rather than through an employee, especially when the client was paying as much as this guy had because his great grandparents had been Italian and wanted Nick to paint an original piece from a childhood photograph he had. It had been one of his favourite jobs, and he was sad to see it go, but when the guy promised he would wholeheartedly be back for more, that made it all worth it.
But he had gotten distracted then and made the mistake of going into his studio for a little while. That had been hours ago, and he only thought to even check the time when he stared to feel sleepy. He grabbed his phone to check the screen and it told him it was after five. "Shit, crap!" he cursed in surprise and was just getting up off his stool from in front of his easel when Jeff came into the studio. "Shit, babe, I'm really sorry. I just got wrapped up and lost track of time. I should have been home hours ago!"