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“Felix!!” Felix groaned as he turned over in his bed pulling his pillow over his head. It was too early to deal with any of this. He did not want to get up, getting up meant leaving. He did not want to leave. “FELIX, NOW!” He let out a sigh as he opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. Today was the day his life would change. The day he would be leaving the place he grew up, the place he loved, to go somewhere he did not want to go. He slowly sat up in his bed, his hands moving through his hair. Turning his head to the nightstand he stared at the invitation letter. Today was the day he would leave Australia to join the world’s most prestige art school. The Veltica School of Arts.
Veltica School of Art was famous around the world for different kind of arts, those who left the school all became famous artists, writers and musicians. Art was important in his family, Felix his mother owned a number of galleries and his father was a world-famous sculptor. Felix himself had given up on art years ago. He still didn’t know why he had done it, why he made that painting 3 months ago, but it was like he couldn’t help himself. When his mother found the painting, she was so excited, she thought that he had finally started painting again and decided to show his painting in one of her galleries, a gallery that was visited by the school’s director. The director was so impressed by his painting that he send an invitation to Felix, an invitation to join his school. Felix only found out about his painting being in the gallery after he received the invitation. He was angry at his mother but he couldn’t do anything anymore.
He can still picture the smile on his mother’s face when he received the invitation. It was already hard to get into that school through the normal auditions but to be invited in the middle of the year that was unheard of. Felix himself was doubtful, he did not want to leave Australia to join a school in the middle of the year, he did not want to paint, he did not want to leave his life behind. It was his childhood friend, his friend that had left Australia seven years prior to join Veltica, that convinced him to leave Australia and go to Korea. He would make his mother happy by going, but he did not have to paint. His friend told him he could join the dance program, he was good enough, he would not have to paint. He could just go there to dance. He did not have to paint… he could dance… he loved to dance. He could go to Korea and dance…
“Felix, get up now or you are going to miss your flight.” His mother shouted as she came barging in his room. “You are about to start a new chapter in your life… hurry up get dressed. “She shouted in excitement throwing the clothes she had prepared for him the day before at him. He looked at her moving through his room filled with excitement. He would go to Veltica and make his mother happy; he did not have to paint. He could just dance.