Dick felt horrible now, guilt practically ate him alive as he heard your bedroom door slam shut.

You were an amazing artist, Picasso level of artist. Dick has always told you to sell your art, put them in museums or at least let people know you exist.

The answer was always no though, you didn’t want to be famous and you always told dick that, you didn’t like the attention and you’d rather just keep the art to yourself giving your art away to family members or local businesses that needed some new decor.

‘Accidentally’ dick mentioned the art to someone his friends who happened to be collectors. He showed them some art of yours and now millions of collectors were emailing, texting, and calling you trying to buy your work.