Devi quickly dodged behind a large statue of a stick figure, leaving Tenna
standing in the open, squeaking her toy. Tenna looked at Devi doubtfully.
"Shoo! Shoo!" Devi hissed at her friend, who was giving away her hiding place. Tenna rolled her eyes and walked up to Johnny.
"Wha - ooOOoohh..." Devi cringed, then slumped to the floor with her head in her hands. "I'm not here, I'm not here, I'm not here," She chanted, rocking back and forth.
Tenna approached a small group of people, and listened with feigned interest. Johnny shot her a look of annoyance, and then continued to listen to the speaking man. The man was dressed in the garb of the modern artist, and was in the middle of a rant concerning Johnny's lack of organized composition. Johnny, Tenna realized, although at the time she didn't know his name was Johnny, was not annoyed by her, but by him. And annoyed didn't even describe it.
"Yes, well, I think I'll have to excuse myself now ---" Johnny interrupted, but then Tenna interrupted his interruption.
"I think it's right to say his organization's a mess." Tenna agreed, "but that's hardly important in a piece like this. Any concern with composition would have totally taken away from the raw emotion that is expressed here. In fact, the lack of organization may even work to express the total loss of control even an artist has over his piece. It's very powerful..." She trailed off, noticing their glares.
"And who might you be?" The artist condescended her, crossing his arms and looking at her expectantly.
"I'm a brilliant artist from Paree, my name is Isabella, perhaps you have heard of me? No? Well, that's as much as I would expect from an American." Tenna told him without even trying to fake an accent.
Johnny stared at her in shock as the others left them. Tenna looked nervously around and then squeaked Spooky. "So," she smiled, "you're an artist? This some pretty good shit."
"Aren't you Devi's friend?" Johnny asked slowly.
"Um... do I know you?" Tenna looked at him doubtfully. "It would seem that if you recognize me, I should recognize you, unless you've merely been stalking Devi and me."
"No, I... I'm Johnny. Has Devi ever said anything about me?"
Tenna stopped, her mouth frozen in a deranged looking smile. "Ah-....."
Johnny bit his lip, "Um...."
"I'm thirsty. Hold on a sec, I gotta get some... something thirstifying liquid." Tenna kept up the smile, and then scuttered away. "La, la la, I'm just getting something to drink..." She sang to herself as she left.
Johnny watched her go, then glanced around the gallery. Devi might be here, he realized. Perhaps he should follow that girl to see...
but that would be following his desires...
And right now, he didn't know what he wants...
"Shoo! Shoo!" Devi hissed at her friend, who was giving away her hiding place. Tenna rolled her eyes and walked up to Johnny.
"Wha - ooOOoohh..." Devi cringed, then slumped to the floor with her head in her hands. "I'm not here, I'm not here, I'm not here," She chanted, rocking back and forth.
Tenna approached a small group of people, and listened with feigned interest. Johnny shot her a look of annoyance, and then continued to listen to the speaking man. The man was dressed in the garb of the modern artist, and was in the middle of a rant concerning Johnny's lack of organized composition. Johnny, Tenna realized, although at the time she didn't know his name was Johnny, was not annoyed by her, but by him. And annoyed didn't even describe it.
"Yes, well, I think I'll have to excuse myself now ---" Johnny interrupted, but then Tenna interrupted his interruption.
"I think it's right to say his organization's a mess." Tenna agreed, "but that's hardly important in a piece like this. Any concern with composition would have totally taken away from the raw emotion that is expressed here. In fact, the lack of organization may even work to express the total loss of control even an artist has over his piece. It's very powerful..." She trailed off, noticing their glares.
"And who might you be?" The artist condescended her, crossing his arms and looking at her expectantly.
"I'm a brilliant artist from Paree, my name is Isabella, perhaps you have heard of me? No? Well, that's as much as I would expect from an American." Tenna told him without even trying to fake an accent.
Johnny stared at her in shock as the others left them. Tenna looked nervously around and then squeaked Spooky. "So," she smiled, "you're an artist? This some pretty good shit."
"Aren't you Devi's friend?" Johnny asked slowly.
"Um... do I know you?" Tenna looked at him doubtfully. "It would seem that if you recognize me, I should recognize you, unless you've merely been stalking Devi and me."
"No, I... I'm Johnny. Has Devi ever said anything about me?"
Tenna stopped, her mouth frozen in a deranged looking smile. "Ah-....."
Johnny bit his lip, "Um...."
"I'm thirsty. Hold on a sec, I gotta get some... something thirstifying liquid." Tenna kept up the smile, and then scuttered away. "La, la la, I'm just getting something to drink..." She sang to herself as she left.
Johnny watched her go, then glanced around the gallery. Devi might be here, he realized. Perhaps he should follow that girl to see...
but that would be following his desires...
And right now, he didn't know what he wants...