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Katie
There was a big mural outside the Phoenix Effect coffeehouse that caught Xara's eye. If someone asked her, she'd say it was the colors, or the shapes, or the general energy of the piece, or the novelty of seeing public art that hadn't been immediately tagged (this was a very different world than L.A.).
But it wasn't any of that.
Xara understood it on a deep, inborn sort of level. The imagery, the references, the intent, she knew them. Knew these people.
She hated it.
None of that was on her face as she stood looking at the mural, though, looking calm and thoughtful as she sipped an iced latte, and waited.
But it wasn't any of that.
Xara understood it on a deep, inborn sort of level. The imagery, the references, the intent, she knew them. Knew these people.
She hated it.
None of that was on her face as she stood looking at the mural, though, looking calm and thoughtful as she sipped an iced latte, and waited.
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"Only if one counts as a specialty," Katie replied cheerfully. "I've worked on a few murals across town, and I'm in the middle of working on one for a cool kid's bedroom, so maybe murals are my thing now. But I'm just a painter trying to make a living out of art. Obviously it's going great." She grinned. Art was a stupid idea for a career, and Katie loved every second of it.
"How about you? What brings you to this coffeehouse?"
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Katie laughed, easily. "I guess I meant in the grander scheme of things. You don't find a celebrity here every day, you know? But your answer is a good one. The coffee here is great."
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"You're in luck," Katie chirped, because this was a topic she felt strongly about. "Everyone I've met who works here is really nice, and really good at making coffee. I wouldn't go anywhere else in the city."
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"Thank you so much!" Whatever unease Katie was feeling, she had to let go of it, because this woman was a sweetheart. "I'm always looking for more commissions. Do you need some art?" Katie was available for art!
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Katie considered it for a second. Filming was a lot, but hey, being called an artist on insanely popular reality show wouldn't suck. "I think I could be okay with that. But what kind of piece would you want? I don't want you to recruit me for it unless I can really deliver on what you want." That was fair, right?
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Big, dynamic, colorful was pretty vague, but also, not the worst direction. “Sure I do.” Katie took our her phone, navigated to an album of artwork — her murals, particular paintings she was proud of — and handed her phone to Xara. “You can scroll through this album, see what you think?”
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"Why not?" Katie smiled, sliding into the nearest chair without worry. She had nowhere to be, and a famous person was looking at her art. She could spare all the time in the world.
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"Thank you so much. I'm still starting out, so I'm still finding my art, really. But I guess mostly I just want people to look deeper at the things they look at every day." That seemed like an easy way to describe it.
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"In a way," Katie admitted. "I mean, the phoenix imagery was obvious with the coffee shop name? But it really resonated with me, and after I painted it, I realized that I had put in more references than I thought I had, to people I know." That was the safest, non-insane way of describing what had happened. "Like, for example," Katie's one non-weird example, "my favorite barista and friend Andy makes this certain latte art, so I built that art's motif into the phoenix feathers, in a certain place. But I also really wanted it to represent the possibility of change and growth and how starting over can be a blessing."
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"That's so sweet!" Xara said. "I'll have to get a latte from him." And see if he was worth paying attention to.
She paused in the art folder, then turned the phone toward Katie. The shot was some sketches clearly intended for a child—princesses, dragons and everything. Xara'd seen pics of a kid.
"This is the cutest! Do you have a child?"
Her heart was racing.
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"You should, he's the best," Katie replied, then leaned forward and looked at her phone screen. And promptly grinned. "It looks like I have one, doesn't it? No, this is for a cool eight year old kid I know, her name is Scottie."
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"Probably! I haven't learned it yet, though. I babysit her all the time, her dad's name is Caleb. We're close. Anyway, Scottie has this wild imagination, which is why there are dinosaurs and warrior princesses all at once..."
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"I'm not sure if this is anyone's aesthetic but Scottie's! Would you want kids?" What, it was a natural question!
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"I'm so sorry. That's awful." Katie felt a wave of compassion for Xara, who she still sort of felt weird about, but compassion was stronger than weirdness: she placed a gentle, sympathetic hand on her arm.
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