the local art studio was a great place. In a small town, the small shop fit right in with all the paintings that it was payed to supply to various shops and whatnot. Walker and his family liked to go out every so often when Walker got breaks from set and this time they went to the art studio. You liked it there, art was your passion. You were the only person in there besides the Scobell family. Though, you didn’t even notice them there, more caught up in your painting “sigh oh goodness,” you mumbled to yourself as you messed up a single brushstroke on your masterpiece