Chapter 3: Turned Down!?!
Licking his lips, Dominic began the conversation, "So...what do you think the colors
mean?"
The girl infront of him blinked her eyes as Dom's deep voice broke her quickly out of
her supposed day dream. Not lifting her head, she responded in a painfully small voice.
Leaning in closer, Dom asked again, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said."
A soft, entirely feminine voice greeted his ears, and began to weave an explanation for
him, "The most important virtues that Michangelo wanted to portray in this statue was wrath and
strength, so red and black were used. This statue was placed in front of the town hall, Palazzo
Vecchio, which was a rich place, so that is why the purple was added."
'An intellectual', Dom mused, "I didn't realize that colors meant so much in art."
Suddenly, Dom was nose to nose with the girl, large coffee brown eyes met his, with finely
trimed eyebrows wrinkeled in confusion. Inwardly, Dom cringed at the mistake he had just made,
realizing the stupidity in his statement.
"A part of art is color," the girls voice rose increduously, "It's only one of the many
ways artists express themselves, but in my opinion, has the greatest impact the fastest."
"My mistake," Dom commented. As he smiled at her, the girl took a step back, creating a
distance betwen the two of them. Looking down, she began to play with her hair, biting her
bottom lip painfully tight.
"Sorry," she whispered, "I..I...I realize not everyone looks at art."
In an instant, Dom's first impression of this girl vanished. The intellect now gave way
to someone who was timid, scared even.
"I'm Dominic Manon," smiling widely, Dom extented his hand, hunching over so his face
was level with hers.
Turning her head to the left, looking down and away, Dom barely heard her response,
"Corinne Granger." Dom was perplexed. Not only was this girl shy, but it seemed she didn't
recognize his name. Mustering up the last ounce of dignity he had, because he was sure he was
looking stupid talking to a girl who didn't talk back, he gave one last try.
"That's a very pretty dress you have on."
The girl took another step back, "I'm sorry, I got to go." She looked up at him at last,
offering what Dom could only guess was a smile, before pivoting on her heel and walking briskly
away.
"That was....odd," Dom scratched his head.
"Don't worry about it."
Dom gave a small jump, not noticing the tall artist of Taylor standing behind him, "To
tell you the truth, I'm surprised she even came at all. I mean, I'm impressed, I didn't even see
her come in."
"You know her?"
"Oh yeah," Taylor threw an oily cheese cube up in the air, catching it in his mouth,
"That is the artist who created the "Chairs" exibit. Really really shy, so don't worry about
it."
Taylor began to walk away, but Dom placed a hand on his shoulder, "Taylor, listen, I
know we don't know eachother, but do you think you could give me her number or something?"
Taylor's expression became a little more rigid, and lost the friendly glow that it had
before, "Now I don't usually talk like this,
but when it comes to Corinne I do. She's not like everyone else, and she doesn't date. I won't
even bother saying 'stay away' to you, because you will never see her out in public again."
Taylor straightened himself, and put on a friendlier smile, "Now just enjoy yourself,
and have a good night." With that said, Taylor walked away.
Dom's mouth set in a straight line. Walking briskly, his heels pounding into the wooden
floor. Making a Bee line for Herberto, he grabbed his arm, "We got to go. Suddenly I don't feel
so welcomed."
AN: God I'm so terrible!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know about the updates, and I hate myself for it. I'm the
type of person that I'll get really into something, then it just dies off. Well, I'm gonna fight
that, and finish this story! I'm getting my own laptop, which will help, because I never want my
stories to be found on my home PC. My stories are personal.
Licking his lips, Dominic began the conversation, "So...what do you think the colors
mean?"
The girl infront of him blinked her eyes as Dom's deep voice broke her quickly out of
her supposed day dream. Not lifting her head, she responded in a painfully small voice.
Leaning in closer, Dom asked again, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said."
A soft, entirely feminine voice greeted his ears, and began to weave an explanation for
him, "The most important virtues that Michangelo wanted to portray in this statue was wrath and
strength, so red and black were used. This statue was placed in front of the town hall, Palazzo
Vecchio, which was a rich place, so that is why the purple was added."
'An intellectual', Dom mused, "I didn't realize that colors meant so much in art."
Suddenly, Dom was nose to nose with the girl, large coffee brown eyes met his, with finely
trimed eyebrows wrinkeled in confusion. Inwardly, Dom cringed at the mistake he had just made,
realizing the stupidity in his statement.
"A part of art is color," the girls voice rose increduously, "It's only one of the many
ways artists express themselves, but in my opinion, has the greatest impact the fastest."
"My mistake," Dom commented. As he smiled at her, the girl took a step back, creating a
distance betwen the two of them. Looking down, she began to play with her hair, biting her
bottom lip painfully tight.
"Sorry," she whispered, "I..I...I realize not everyone looks at art."
In an instant, Dom's first impression of this girl vanished. The intellect now gave way
to someone who was timid, scared even.
"I'm Dominic Manon," smiling widely, Dom extented his hand, hunching over so his face
was level with hers.
Turning her head to the left, looking down and away, Dom barely heard her response,
"Corinne Granger." Dom was perplexed. Not only was this girl shy, but it seemed she didn't
recognize his name. Mustering up the last ounce of dignity he had, because he was sure he was
looking stupid talking to a girl who didn't talk back, he gave one last try.
"That's a very pretty dress you have on."
The girl took another step back, "I'm sorry, I got to go." She looked up at him at last,
offering what Dom could only guess was a smile, before pivoting on her heel and walking briskly
away.
"That was....odd," Dom scratched his head.
"Don't worry about it."
Dom gave a small jump, not noticing the tall artist of Taylor standing behind him, "To
tell you the truth, I'm surprised she even came at all. I mean, I'm impressed, I didn't even see
her come in."
"You know her?"
"Oh yeah," Taylor threw an oily cheese cube up in the air, catching it in his mouth,
"That is the artist who created the "Chairs" exibit. Really really shy, so don't worry about
it."
Taylor began to walk away, but Dom placed a hand on his shoulder, "Taylor, listen, I
know we don't know eachother, but do you think you could give me her number or something?"
Taylor's expression became a little more rigid, and lost the friendly glow that it had
before, "Now I don't usually talk like this,
but when it comes to Corinne I do. She's not like everyone else, and she doesn't date. I won't
even bother saying 'stay away' to you, because you will never see her out in public again."
Taylor straightened himself, and put on a friendlier smile, "Now just enjoy yourself,
and have a good night." With that said, Taylor walked away.
Dom's mouth set in a straight line. Walking briskly, his heels pounding into the wooden
floor. Making a Bee line for Herberto, he grabbed his arm, "We got to go. Suddenly I don't feel
so welcomed."
AN: God I'm so terrible!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know about the updates, and I hate myself for it. I'm the
type of person that I'll get really into something, then it just dies off. Well, I'm gonna fight
that, and finish this story! I'm getting my own laptop, which will help, because I never want my
stories to be found on my home PC. My stories are personal.