Chapter One
I run down the corridor in a vain attempt to make it to the lecture hall in time. I must not cram late, I must not cram late, I repeat to myself as I continue my excursion down the hallway. Today I will be filling in for Katherine Kavanagh during an exclusive presentation by allegedly famed art savant Christian Grey, someone who I didn't even know existed, and I might not even make it to the lecture hall in time. Damn you Kate, I think as I begin my hundred meter dash to the entrance of the hall. Kate is the editor of the school newspaper and today she decided an extra day of recovery was needed for the stomach flu that has been circulating around campus. Therefore she cannot make it to the lecture to interview Mr. Grey afterwards. So out of the goodness in her heart she decided to send me instead.
I increment my speed in an attempt to make the last 20 meters of my expedition to the lecture hall, when a man walks directly into my path. "Crap" I think as I run right into him and knock him over. "Sorry sir" I yell back to him my face red. I make it into the hall unnoticed and manage to find an available seat, one that just so happens to be hidden behind a rather concentrated group of curious art students. I take a moment to look admire my surroundings. The rooms' decoration is eclectic, covered in recreations of DaVinci paintings, as well as southwestern art, and a few abstract works by students. It resembles a small auditorium.
The art students seem so much worldlier in their conversation, as they discuss trips to the Louvre, the renaissance era, and Christian Grey. I sink lower in my seat; I knew about this a week ago, why didn't I take time to prepare? Damn my lack of preparation.
"Have you ever seen a photograph of Mr. Grey?" one boy ask another student.
"No I have not, it's strange that there are no pictures of him, just his art work, perhaps he has a horrible mutation?" the two begin to laugh.
I can't help but wonder what Christian Grey looks like; perhaps he looks like many other members of the art department. I envision a man in his sixties, with a goatee and clothing vaguely reminiscent of the 1960's, pale and somewhat thin, reminiscing about the good old days at Woodstock and Jefferson Airplane concerts. Suddenly a young African American man with short dreads and a Beret walks out of the small office to the side "will you be at the poetry reading this week Grey?" he ask, there is no response. He turns to the class and smiles.
"Sorry about the late start, but Mr. Grey had a minor accident shortly before we were scheduled to begin". He gathers his briefcase and exits. Suddenly a rather handsome young man enters the room the female students stare in awe. Holy cow.