My Muse Redeemed at the Art Museum

When I was sixteen Mark Owen and I noticed two girls following us after school. This was Marilyn and Judy. Mark asked me what girl wanted, if and when we made a move. Mark was surprised I was a virgin. I chose Marilyn.

“That’s who I want!” Mark said.

A couple of days later, Mark shows me a note Judy handed him in class. It’s from Marilyn.

“Come see me after school. Here is the address….”

As my friend left for his date, I got out an empty canvas and started a painting. I resigned myself to being a virgin – and an artist. I would never get – the woman. However, it was my dream to render a Masterpiece. This was my Destiny!

A half hour later, Mark comes in the door, walks up to me, and hands me the note.

“It was meant for you. There was some…