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 Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:30 am
Karl smiled, amused by how nervous the boy sounded. "Hello Tristian," he replied, trying his best to make the boy more at ease. "I was expecting you to call. Thank you, again, for the letter."
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 4:55 am
"Um" Dispie Karls best attempts, the boy was still on edge "Thats okay, I needed to write to you as paart of my course" as soon as he said that, he thought, WHY? "Not that I wouldn't have writen to you if I didn't need to for my course that it, but. Anyway, we need to orginse a time to get together and alk right? so we can do his interview proply, I mean"
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 9:06 am
Karl's smile widened slightly and he had to hold in a small laugh as the boy rambled akwardly. "Yes we do. When and where would you like to meet?" he asked, "Go ahead and pick any time that is good for you, I have nothing else planned this week."
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 10:53 am
"Well it will have to be a weekend, as I am at school all day, and it will have to be in the eveining, because I work moast of the day. So shall we say about 8 on saterday? or I could do 5 on Sunday, 'cus the stor shuts early on a sunday. The choice is yours! Oh and how come you sdon't have anything to do, shoudn't you be working on you paintings?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 4:52 pm
Karl fell silent for a moment after the question about his work. It was not something he cared to talk about at the moment, so he would let it rest until the actuall interview. "How about Saturday?" he asked, "Where would you like to meet?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:35 am
"oh" he siad, slightly startaled by the question. "Um, I hadn't thought of that, where would you like to meat, where gives you yuor insperation, we can meet there! yes thats a good idea, where gives you insperation?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 2:16 pm
Karl was silent for another moment. He tried to remember back to the last piece he had painted and what had inspired it. It had been a young Angel playing in the snow; the sort of realistic, but fantastical pieces he was known for. "I suppose the park is where I get my inspiration," he replied after a while. "But, as it will probably snow this week, why don't we meet somewhere warmer?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 12:18 pm
pheonix_megami Karl was silent for another moment. He tried to remember back to the last piece he had painted and what had inspired it. It had been a young Angel playing in the snow; the sort of realistic, but fantastical pieces he was known for. "I suppose the park is where I get my inspiration," he replied after a while. "But, as it will probably snow this week, why don't we meet somewhere warmer?" "Well where do you sugest?" he said sounding puzzled about the snow, because his favorite pice of karls was his last pice about the angle layin in the snow, and that would be an ideal spot to talk about that particular painting which he had done a whole 1,000 word essay on for this project.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 7:34 pm
Karl thought. Secretly he had hoped that the boy would know somewhere around the park to meet. Now he had to remember somewhere. "I believe there is a coffee shop nearby," he replied, and named the cross streets so that the boy would be able to find it.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 6:07 am
"Sounds like a good plan. So i will see you then, goodbye" He put the phone down and sat for a minet on his bed before leaping into the air and jumping arround an sining. he could hear his mum calling form downsatairs, so he took the phone out of the wall and made his way down the slightly precarious looking stairs. He went inot the living room where his mum was always sat, watching TV, well listaning to it. "Hay mum" he said attaching the phone back into it's original place.
"Hay son, could you make a start on tea, your dad has to work late today, so will not be able to cook it on time."
"Sure mum, what are we having?"
"Bolanase!"
"Grate, easy and tasty!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 1:04 pm
"Yeah, bye," Karl replied and hung up the phone. He sighed faintly. He had done a good job avoding the questions about his work that day, but he wouldn't be able to avoid them when he met with the boy. Then again, it was probably best to admit his artist's block in person rather than over the phone.
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 7:36 am
He was now in the best mood that he had been for a long time. He had seen his idol arround the place, when he was unvailing his art some times. He had even managed to get his autograph at one time, although it was only on a scrap of paper. But mow he was going to meet up with him! This was amazing for him. What an experiance it was going to be. He spent the next few days in school drawing better then he had ever done berfore. His teacher had told him that she didn't know what was happaning with him, but it was very good, and she wanted it to happen a lot more.
Finaly the day came, and it was time to meet up with his idol. he was waring a nice shirt and a tiie. he had borrowed a dictaphone form the Media department, so that he could record the interview.
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 1:46 pm
In the days leading up the the interview Karl had struggled to get out some decent art and fretted about answering the boy's questions. He supposed he could answer questions about specific works easily enough, but if the boy started asking about what he was going to do next he had no idea what he would say? How do you tell one of your biggest fans that you just can't do it anymore?
The day came and he was still no more certain on how this was going to go. He had cleaned up so as to give a good impression in a pair of slacks and a collared shirt. He only had one jacket, but he supposed it would have to do. He was already wearing some of the nicest clothes in his wardrobe.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 3:39 am
Tristian was dresssed in his Sunday best. The clothes that his mum would only let him ware when he wnet to cherch. But she had made an exseption for him today, meating his Idol was 'a sutable exscuse', she had said. He was following the directions that Karl had given him, and, as Karl said it would, it was snowing. The thick white on the ground made a crunching noise when he stood on it, and the flakes falling from the sky captured the beuaty of the park. He had wished that he had brought his camera with him so that he could paint it later. But he had more important things to do at the moment. he came up to the cafe, and with one big gulp, stepped into it.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 1:09 pm
Karl was a few minutes late. Great way to make an impression on a fan, he sighed softly as he stepped into the the cafe and shook the snow out of his hair. He brushing himself off as he glanced about the restaurant, not sure who he was looking for.
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