❝     hey, it’s a good idea   ---   on paper.     ❞

    Stay calm ,  he tells himself.  Nothing will be achieved if he panics.  So , he tries to breathe and maintain a composed posture before searching for others. His professor did say that most students are easily lost if not acquainted with the place so it’s best to stay in the line and follow , but he swears he took no more than three minutes in looking around in awe in the destination his Professor picked for the class today ----- an exhibit. Arts has always been a soft spot for him ; it relieves childhood memories of when he first drew a line with different colors.

    But , art can also be chaos.

    Artists , enthusiasts and other people from different lives have gathered in the cultural melting pot of a museum near the vicinity of his Institution , where the biggest event of the year is celebrated with new - found artists posting their prized works and veterans come to admire or also introduce a new technique.

    In the middle of it is the boy looking around frantically with stern eyes , until he spots a person with similar age range of his own. Probably. He politely tugs their elbow , immediately removing his hand once attention is caught.