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That morning, after Sinner had left, Ezayne found an interesting surprise in his Tumblr. He had a new follower, a painter called Jack Maple. How timely! Right when he ws thinking to paint a mural on his own room, a painter began to follow his account. It must be fate.
Studying his page, he found his cellphone number, and decided to text him.
[Text message] Hello, Mr. Maple. My name is Ezayne Charles Raymond Moriarty, but you can call me just Ezayne. Thanks for following my Tumblr account, BTW. I wanted ask you if I could request one of your paintings. I know I’m talking with the best painter of the city, and I’m willing to pay a good sum of money for your work.
Jack didn’t know very much about Ezayne – he had begun following the man’s blog because Tumblr recommended it, as they followed many of the same people. But now it looked like it had been a good move. Even with his growing fame, new clients and commissions were always welcome.
For the shy artist, texting was easier than speaking in person. He quickly began a reply.
[Text] It’s nice to meet you, Ezayne, and I’m very flattered you think so highly of my work! Yes, I’d be glad to take a request from you. What sort of work did you have in mind? [Send]
Ezayne grinned, watching how quickly he had answered. This guy must be a professional. He typed his answer as quickly as he could. It would be a little hard to explain all the request via phone, but he had to try.
[Text] Nice to meet you, too. See, I live in a penthouse, and I have this big white wall in my bedroom. I really like Chinese and Japanese paintings, and I would love to see a mural about my favourite myth on that wall. Once you come here, I’ll show you the place. I know it’s something really big, so if you want some help, I’m more than willing to collaborate.
… Well, that was different from his usual commissions. Jack honestly had to stop and think the request over. He’d never done a painting in a client’s home before – and, from the sound of what Ezayne had described, it would be a big project, which meant he’d have to spend a lot of time there, even if he had help. The familiar social anxiety came back; visiting New York had helped it, but it hadn’t gotten rid of it entirely.
But, at the same time, Jack couldn’t deny that the idea intrigued him. He’d often admired public murals – not graffiti, but real art made into part of the cityscape. The chance to create one of his own would be special, even if it was just in a private residence.
He could at least meet with the man.
[Text] That sounds like a fascinating idea! I’d be glad to see what I can do. When would be a good time for us to meet? [Send]
Jack Maple 