THE STARS IN HER EYES

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, just like all the others, okay? You've nothing to worry about. Just keep you

aking place, I felt that rush of panic consume me once more and tried my be

it would be a good thing to come out swinging with such enthusiasm, but I had swiftly discovered that no

a calmer person in this city right now, I would like to meet them. Mainly so I could ask for tips on

me. Tall. Lots of floors. That was a good sign, right? Floors meant upward mobility, and upward mobility meant that I had a ch

nd tried to stride over to the reception area with some confidence.

g that told me I wasn't a total waste of space. My heart couldn't take another rejection, and my thigh

my voice sounding way squeakier than it ever

he looked to be in her sixties, with a short coif of no-nonsense grey hair and bright grey eyes that seemed

ight," I repli

d her head beyond the desk. "Come with me, will you? I wan

d she was still holding her hand

y as I shook her hand with a little to

tion desk which must have been her office. She opened the door and ushered me i

self down on the other side of it, clasped her hands in front of her, an

, not sure how to react or if I was

finally managed to say, figuring that it was u

, and finally began to speak. "So, can I

had forgotten the specifics of this one, even though I had checked the messages before I left. Sh

e. I helped organize exhibitions there and contacted new artists and stuff, uh, so I would say I have good communica

d you leave

was a thrumming need at the back of my head to just tell her the trut

family owned the gallery. Then it came out that they were involved in some shady st

ad just asked for work experience, not for my whole damn life story. I really didn't enjoy reopening or