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The Color Excerpts (Oct. 17, 2016)

“This is one of the prime locations I have for showcasing agala,” the realtor said as she showed us around the facility.“It fits up to eight hundred people, with enough parking in the back, and the best part is that it’s available for the date that you want. All you have to do is reserve it.”

The venue was perfect—chipped-brick walls with hardwood
floors, and the lighting was just right. The realtor was a little pushy,
but that was her job. “It’s a very beautiful place, but we still have
other options to explore,” I said. “Especially in my price range.”

“Did I mention that a lot of very successful art galas have been
held here? Some of the top artists from all over the country have
broken into the industry using this very location. I understand that
you want to stay within your budget, but when it comes to something
like this…you get what you pay for.”

I could totally see my work being displayed there, but it was
just too much for one night. I looked to Mike for guidance, but he
looked like he had his mind made up.

“I love it,” he said without hesitation. “I can see it now—this
area could be the catering section. Over here Frank Ellis could
have their set. Maybe we could section off some areas so the guests
could see every display and lead right into the auction area. It’s
perfect.”

The realtor’s face lit up. “I couldn’t agree more.”

“I think that settles it. We’ll take it.”

“We still have some things to discuss. We can’t just jump at the
first offer that comes our way.”

Mike looked at me with a sympathetic smile. “It’ll be fine, Daisy.
I think we should take it.”

I gave him a menacing stare, hoping he would slow down. It just
felt sloppy that we weren’t on the same page.

“This is so cute,” the realtor said. “It reminds me of my husband
and me when we were younger, only the arguments were far pettier.
Look, you don’t have to decide today. Take some time. Think
it over, and get back to me. But keep in mind that there’s always an
event going on, so don’t take too long. I’ll leave you two to talk it
out and look around more.”

The realtor gave us some time alone, and Mike continued to
look around.

“I can’t afford this place.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. You just have to get the art
in here.”

If that meant what I thought it meant, then it couldn’t happen.
I wouldn’t let it happen. “No. There’s no way I’m going to let you
pay for this after all you’ve done for me. There wouldn’t even be an
art gala if it weren’t for you. We can find a smaller venue.”

Mike locked his piercing eyes on me. He gripped my arms and
turned me toward the empty brick wall. He kissed my neck and
then planted his lips on my ear as he hugged me from behind.
“What do you see there?” he asked.

“A wall,” I replied.

“Really? That’s all you see? Because I see something different—
I see a group of people marveling at one of your masterpieces. I
also see a ‘sold’ tag right under it.”

“Really? For how much?”
He stared at the imaginary scene as he thinks. “Ten thousand,
maybe.”

I almost fell over. “Are you crazy? No one is ever going to buy
my stuff for that kind of money.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not worth that much.”

“Why not?”
I faced him so he could see that I was serious. “Would you pay
ten thousand dollars for one of my paintings?”

“Hell no. Why would I do that when I’m sleeping with the
artist?”

His barbaric charm tickled me. “See? If you wouldn’t pay that
much, then what makes you think it’s worth that much?”

“Because it’s not about me. It’s about you—your attitude toward
your passion. That’s what makes your work unprecedented
and what makes people want to fight over it. What’s worth a penny
to one person could be worth a life to someone else. It all starts
with you.”

Mike sure did know how to fill my spirit with his words. I
didn’t know how, but he always took me to a level I’d never seen
before.

 

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The Color of Love

Ty Mitchell

Author: Ty Mitchell

I write books and help writers get through their literary journey. I am the author of The Color of Love. Each week, I send out a newsletter with free tips on writing and creativity. Follow me on Twitter @Ty_Mitchell or on Facebook @the-vpf.

Ty Mitchell

Ty Mitchell

I write books and help writers get through their literary journey. I am the author of The Color of Love. Each week, I send out a newsletter with free tips on writing and creativity. Follow me on Twitter @Ty_Mitchell or on Facebook @the-vpf.

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