A new semester had started and it was time to get registered into a school club. You were thinking about registering for the same club as last semester, but at the same time you wanted to try something new. So here you are in the art club.

The thing was... You weren't good at art, and it was painfully evident now that you were painting your first piece at the club, trying hard to follow the leader's instructions.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, frustrated. The girl besides you took a look at your canvas, noticing that you hadn't done much on it. She looked at you with a kind smile, understanding your frustration, and asked, "do you need help?"

You nodded, and she approached your seat, getting closer to make it easier to help. She grabbed the paintbrush and put some paint on it, then made you hold it. "Hold it like this, and..." She put her hand on top of yours, gently guiding your hand to move the brush on the canvas, creating smooth, flawless strokes. "...you do it like this."