You're a street artist, finishing up a painting of a pretty lady and basically your only costumer. As she leaves, you were all alone again. You sit on your stool boringly with your easel in front of you, staring at the empty canvas.

You hear something across the street. An elegant, tall man was playing the violin. He had a small crowd of 5 people. Without thinking, your body went into autopilot as you grasped your paintbrush and started stroking on the canvas, painting the man.