Personal Narrative: The Beauty Of Sinn?
As Danny was studying in his room his mother’s scream blasted through the wall. “OH, MY GOD!”
“MY VIRGIN EARS!” Danny screamed back.
“Shaddup.” Was the only response.
—
_A few months later_
Amy sat next to Danny on the couch. “What’s this I hear about you refusing to show your paintings of me at your show?”
He bit his lip “They’re intimate.”
“They’re beautiful.” She countered.
“I don’t want to make money off of you or my feelings for you.”
She tapped his knee. “You know people pay me to fuck on camera right?”
He nodded.
“I make more than a lot of actresses. People pay to watch me do gangbangs and threesomes. It’s all about the physical.” Amy stared at her hands and whispered: “Are you ashamed of me?” She risked a look at him. …show more content…
While they waited, Danny said, “I had an idea. Since you keep your real name under wraps why don’t we call your exhibit “The Beauty of Sinn?”
Amy blushed “Thank you. How many paintings can I pick?”
“We’ll do three of the portraits and twelve of the smaller. Mrs. Fuller will have final say on which if any are actually displayed. I’m sure at least one portrait and two or three of the others will meet with her approval. Do you want to come?”
“Sorry, son of mine, you have a few years yet,” Tiff said as she sat on the love chair.
“Spoilsport,” Danny said, sticking his tongue out at her.
“There’s also the fact that I’m nude in most of your paintings. If I showed up on your arm. They might start asking questions. Questions which could get your mom and me in trouble.”
“Oh shit, I didn’t realize,” Danny said.
“Yep, which is why you get to wait a few more years. You’ve still got some growing to do.” Tiffany said. “Now, kiss Amy’s cheek and say “I’m sorry for being an idiot.”.”
Danny did so.
—
After the gallery show, Danny burst into the house and grabbed Amy spinning her. “We did it! All your paintings sold! Three magazines interviewed me.” He kissed her.
Amy squeezed him. “I’m so proud of …show more content…
She turned her cheek to him.
“You’ve had enough kisses today. I’m going to check on your mom.”
—
“You’re leaving tomorrow.”
Amy nodded. “I have to be back on set soon.”
Danny hugged her “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you.”
“Come to the dining room with me? I want to talk with you about something important. Mom knows.”
“Sure.”
Danny put an artist portfolio on the table. “While I was thinking about my attitude last week, I did an exercise called recapitulation.”
“What?” Amy asked.
“Don’t worry about it. What matters is that I came away with two memories and an idea. You told me that you want others to see you the way I do. Look, this is how I saw you as a little boy.” He opened the portfolio.
“The only thing here is my eyes. You sketched everything else.”
“It’s the only place you were real. There was sadness, love and the desire for love.” He turned the page. “Here’s one I drew a few days later.”
“A fairy!”
Danny nodded. “My magical friend who loved me and was always on my side. Who whispered in my ear when I was sad.” He tapped the drawing. “This is the one I want to talk about. Our money from the sale came in. After graduation, I’m opening a gallery. I want Haught Gallery to sponsor and partner with you to create _The Amy Lynn Faerie
“MY VIRGIN EARS!” Danny screamed back.
“Shaddup.” Was the only response.
—
_A few months later_
Amy sat next to Danny on the couch. “What’s this I hear about you refusing to show your paintings of me at your show?”
He bit his lip “They’re intimate.”
“They’re beautiful.” She countered.
“I don’t want to make money off of you or my feelings for you.”
She tapped his knee. “You know people pay me to fuck on camera right?”
He nodded.
“I make more than a lot of actresses. People pay to watch me do gangbangs and threesomes. It’s all about the physical.” Amy stared at her hands and whispered: “Are you ashamed of me?” She risked a look at him. …show more content…
While they waited, Danny said, “I had an idea. Since you keep your real name under wraps why don’t we call your exhibit “The Beauty of Sinn?”
Amy blushed “Thank you. How many paintings can I pick?”
“We’ll do three of the portraits and twelve of the smaller. Mrs. Fuller will have final say on which if any are actually displayed. I’m sure at least one portrait and two or three of the others will meet with her approval. Do you want to come?”
“Sorry, son of mine, you have a few years yet,” Tiff said as she sat on the love chair.
“Spoilsport,” Danny said, sticking his tongue out at her.
“There’s also the fact that I’m nude in most of your paintings. If I showed up on your arm. They might start asking questions. Questions which could get your mom and me in trouble.”
“Oh shit, I didn’t realize,” Danny said.
“Yep, which is why you get to wait a few more years. You’ve still got some growing to do.” Tiffany said. “Now, kiss Amy’s cheek and say “I’m sorry for being an idiot.”.”
Danny did so.
—
After the gallery show, Danny burst into the house and grabbed Amy spinning her. “We did it! All your paintings sold! Three magazines interviewed me.” He kissed her.
Amy squeezed him. “I’m so proud of …show more content…
She turned her cheek to him.
“You’ve had enough kisses today. I’m going to check on your mom.”
—
“You’re leaving tomorrow.”
Amy nodded. “I have to be back on set soon.”
Danny hugged her “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you.”
“Come to the dining room with me? I want to talk with you about something important. Mom knows.”
“Sure.”
Danny put an artist portfolio on the table. “While I was thinking about my attitude last week, I did an exercise called recapitulation.”
“What?” Amy asked.
“Don’t worry about it. What matters is that I came away with two memories and an idea. You told me that you want others to see you the way I do. Look, this is how I saw you as a little boy.” He opened the portfolio.
“The only thing here is my eyes. You sketched everything else.”
“It’s the only place you were real. There was sadness, love and the desire for love.” He turned the page. “Here’s one I drew a few days later.”
“A fairy!”
Danny nodded. “My magical friend who loved me and was always on my side. Who whispered in my ear when I was sad.” He tapped the drawing. “This is the one I want to talk about. Our money from the sale came in. After graduation, I’m opening a gallery. I want Haught Gallery to sponsor and partner with you to create _The Amy Lynn Faerie