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Aspect Ratio | Burke & Frankie | 2030
Burke was nervous. He'd never known nerves quite like these, not even when he first started doing commissioned work for people across the country. These days, his sculptures were everywhere. Well, they were on both coasts and scattered between, but they weren't "everywhere" or anything. But here he stood, elbows on the bar that had been tucked away in one of the rooms of Aspect Ratio, the art gallery that he was using for his first real show. It wasn't an exhibit, he'd done plenty of those, picking a handful of pieces to show off in a room or row all together. This was different. He was selling the pieces, all twenty four of them, and they were going to the highest bidder at the end of the night. It felt cheap and like he was selling his soul, but he'd been so overwhelmed with preparing that he didn't feel much of anything.
"Thanks," he said to the bartender as he knocked back the shot she'd handed him. She was talking, politely, about how the artists were always really nervous, but things always turned out. Burke hated her polite conversation, and he was in no mood to tolerate it simply because he had to. Shoving a ten into her tip jar, Burke turned and scanned the room, carefully avoiding the eyes of his parents who were still extremely unsure of how to handle this entire thing. They'd never taken him seriously when it came to art, but he'd somehow made a living thus far, so they felt obligated to come to his show knowing full-well that it meant he'd be rolling in money by the end of the night. There was probably pride or something there, Burke didn't care either way.
He smiled at Frankie, heading her direction. She was talking to Mel and Casey, who had thankfully agreed to come tonight despite how busy they were with twin daughters and Mel being an E.R. doctor or whatever it was she called herself. She saved lives, Burke knew that, but right now he needed something more real. He flexed his fingers into straight lines as he dipped down and slid his hand into Frankie's, holding her hand and hoping she didn't make fun of the nervous twitching his kept doing. "I think it's officially started. Nobody's here, which is really an excellent sign." Burke's sarcasm had never faded much, but he didn't mind.