Maya liked this place, even if none of her friends could come here with her. The Blank Canvas was a rather selective club. Only one rule defined who could enter, and after that... well, there were some minor things about following the law, but even that could be overlooked if everyone had a good time. Talent, only the talented could get in. Poets, writers, dancers, singers... provided you could prove your creativity on the spot the first time, you were given your membership right then and there.
So Maya came here once or twice a month, took up an entire lounge sofa, and wrote music while nursing a wine cooler she probably shouldn't be drinking. When she saw someone who seemed nice, or she knew was talented she'd smile, strike up a conversation. But generally? She just enjoyed the freedom away from her fellows at school and the rules around her to just do what felt right. Which for her was a drink, music, and company.
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So Maya came here once or twice a month, took up an entire lounge sofa, and wrote music while nursing a wine cooler she probably shouldn't be drinking. When she saw someone who seemed nice, or she knew was talented she'd smile, strike up a conversation. But generally? She just enjoyed the freedom away from her fellows at school and the rules around her to just do what felt right. Which for her was a drink, music, and company.
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