There was a soft knock at the front door of the studio. Dalinda barely heard it over the music she was playing through the speakers of her state of the art sound system she had just installed around the studio. A playlist consisting everything from Rascal Flatts to Anne-Marie had been keeping her company and focused on her work for hours.
She stood from a work station, putting down the paint brush and stretched her back slowly, enjoying the feel of bones cracking. She idly wondered who would be knocking as she made to move in the direction of the door.
A quick glance at the clock revealed she had been engrossed in her current painting for the last three hours. She smiled to herself and continued to work on the piece in her mind, adding and disregarding colors she thought she could
