Jhinâs methodical stride rang out through the various alleyway shortcuts he had discovered since he found himself in his new city. He had become very acquainted to his surroundings, and most importantly, comfortable. While he did not possess his preferred tools for art, he could see himself managing just fine in the future. All that was missing, naturally, was a canvas.
He would have to hold auditions, naturally. Perhaps spontaneous ones, to test their ability to improvise? Raw talent is best stumbled upon, rather than viewed after sloppy, over-prepared garbage, like what one would see on television. Cookie cutters are not original enough to satisfy a true artistâs hunger for a memorable piece.
Jhin found himself at a large crossing in the heart of the city, bustling with activity. The streets adjacent were littered with shops and consumers window shopping in front of them. All he had to do was wait for an up and coming star to shine among the rest.
Attempting to blend in (but not too much, to ruin the paintingâs color balance), he weaved his way into the crowd, and allowed it to guide him to his potential apprentices in the performing arts.
