Ethan nearly choked on his coffee when he saw the photos his cover artist sent over. “Are you okay?” His makeup artist, Sandy, asked.

“No!” He shrieked and shoved his phone in her face, “This is utterly unacceptable! Look at me! I have no arms and I’m…all blended into the background. I’m supposed to be the center of attention. How can one call this art? I can’t use this as my album cover.” Ethan looked as though he was about to cry.

Sandy handed him a tissue, “Ugh, don’t cry. Your makeup will run and I’ll have do it all over again.”

Ethan gingerly snatched the tissue and dabbed his nose. He’s always had a flare for the dramatic. Most people, including his parents don’t care for his whining but from time to time, he knew to tone it down. After a few minutes, he sighed, grabbed his phone and coffee, “Okay, let’s finish this so I can get my music video wrapped up.

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