It was another day. The Directors were attempting to deal with Crafty to get to perform, it was always a struggle, as he hated performing as it stressed him the FUCK out. Crafty had been doing played for as long as he can remember..

Director #1: “Crafty just get ready and come out on stage. You are the biggest part of this play, ‘Fiery Scaled Beast’.. If you don’t come out, you’re gonna have to sit in time out.” They say, trying to convince Crafty to get up, instead, he starts crying.

Director #2: “Are you kidding me? Why the fuck would you say that to him. He’s a child!” The other guy says, pinching the bridge on his nose. He grabs the other Director and takes him out the room, scolding him. Crafty takes this time to run away.

Crafty: “You aren’t gonna tell me what to do…” He says through sniffles and tears. Crafty walks until he finds his performance room, but runs in the opposite direction. He runs until he bumps into Artsy. He falls to the ground, in pain a bit.

Artsy stands there, sitting at her artistry branded seat titled “An Art Piece, Keeps Directors Away!” she snaps around in a bit of fear, as she looks at Crafty, who lays on the floor, in pain, as he tears up again.

Artsy: “Are you okay dearie, what happened?” She stands up, and rushes to help Crafty, helping him stand up..

Crafty: “Yes…”

Artsy stands there as some of the directors walk in. She grabs her paintbrush and gets ready to use some of her paint, she knows some of the directors aren’t good people, and when they try to grab Crafty, she flicks her brush, paint taints and taunts their eyes with pain, and disorients them as she runs with Crafty.