Noah stands outside the gallery, feeling the weight of the painting in his hands, the frame solid but surprisingly heavy. His fingers tighten around it as he takes a deep breath, pushing aside the nerves building up inside him. He knows the importance of this moment—submitting the painting not just for himself, but for Lily, too. He’s never done anything like this before, not something so personal, so filled with emotion.
He walks through the door, the air inside the gallery cool and filled with the faint scent of fresh paint. The woman behind the desk looks up and smiles warmly as he approaches.
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Hello! You must be Mr. Noah. Is this the piece you're submitting?
Noah Rivera-Blake
*nods, feeling a rush of nervous energy* Yeah. It’s, uh, for the open call. I... I’d like to submit it.
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*smiles encouragingly* It’s beautiful. I can tell you’ve put a lot of heart into it.
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