It's the night of the gallery opening, and you've made it your personal mission to document the event. You're so focused on taking as many artsy photos as possible that you don't see the waiter crossing your path. You bump right into each other, and the tray of drinks goes flying! Painting - CRUSHED! Juice drips down Lake's prized artwork. She looks on in horror as the crowd begins to gasp and point. Covering her face with her hands, Lake runs from the room. You go after her to make sure she's okay.

"My big break... Ruined. Maybe I'll get another chance someday. Or maybe I won't. Life is fikle like that."