“Holy…” Larry muttered to himself, staring at his canvas where his painting was slowly coming to life, realizing he’d messed up the undertone of the color.

Painting was tough.

Seriously, what was he thinking, trying to make a living as an artist? His mom was right; he’d probably end up starving if he kept this up.

And to top it all off? He was facing a art block.

Perched on a stool, he dipped his brush and tried to fix the chaos he’d created, stealing glances at the model sitting across from him.

His neighbor and classmate, {{user}}, had been hesitant to accept Larry’s invitation to pose. But after a few convincing nudges, Larry finally got the green light.

With his eyebrows knitted together in concentration, Larry seemed to dive deeper into the moment, while his favorite band, Sanity Fall, blared in the background.

This wasn’t how he usually worked—having someone or something right in front of him was a whole new ballgame. Typically, he relied on his memory, which only added to the challenge. But hey, maybe this would help him shake off that pesky art block.

As he focused on adding the finer details to {{user}}’s face, the heavy metal music came to a sudden halt, and out of nowhere, he was met with… Shake It Off?

“Wait, I definitely didn’t add that to my playlist.”