I am writing on my artist davenzi WIP (Artbreakers) and here is some from the very first chapter. Itās a little sad, sorry, but it picks up quickly, I can promise you that. This is aĀ āone night stand - to enemies - to enemies with benefits - to friends - toĀ friends with benefits - to loversā, after all. This is at the very beginning, at a party, before Matteo meets David.Ā
Sometimes it was hard to remember that he wasnāt the goofy awkward kid he used to be, anymore. Matteo Florenzi was known as this popular, bigger-than-life artist who threw the wildest parties, who played and fucked around. So of course, everyone made sure to show up tonight. Some people were more excited than others, though, and tonight, Matteo belonged to the others.
Everybody knew that he loved parties, and it he usually did. He loved having fun, and being weird, and impulsive, and he loved spending time with friends and smoking and laughing. Maybe occasionally hooking up with some hottie. To meet people was part of the package, too. If he wanted to earn money on his art, he needed to meet people and impress them. He was famous, sure, but not rich.
āMatteo owns, one might say, nothing and he works very little,ā Hans used to say, to everyone that wanted to listen, āyet he always lives in style ā like a great artist.āĀ
Sure. A great artist. If they only knew.Ā
He just. He was tired tonight.Ā
Living up to that bigger-than-life artist image wasnāt always easy. He was tired of talking to people with stars in their eyes and far too high expectations. He wasnāt interested in talking about his art, that mostly was shitty, or about the projects people were waiting on.Ā
Matteoās patrons were forever after him to paint them pictures. He was never able to say no.Ā He had half a dozen fans begging him to remember his promises to do a little something for them. But Matteo was busy. Busy observing, doodling, dreaming. He planned making the next big invention and pictured the glory it would bring him.Ā
People loved his jokes and pranks but he doubted anyone was interested in hearing about how he struggled to finish the projects he was supposed to. How he couldnāt sleep at night. How he spent a lot of his days watching Netflix, gaming, and occasionally fuck around with some random guy.
He put on a smile, though, and tried. After all, he knew people expected him to be excited, and loud. By all means, his depressions, or moods, were well known, but he hated how they made people talk. People said his moods were partly what made his art brilliant. He hated that.Ā
His heart pinched a bit as he listened to Hans praise his latest artwork, and when Jonas told him about this badass new artist that he just had to meet. It definitely pinched when Jonas asked him if he was okay. His best friend was always so attuned to him and his silent struggles. It was as if he could feel Matteoās skin prickle underneath his clothing sometimes. Matteo wished he could just spend time with his friends, and nobody else. He didnāt want to be here. He wasnāt even a real artist.Ā
āIām fine,ā he just said, smiling weakly. āA bit tired, thatās all.ā
