All eyes are on the drawing as Mr. Stryker reaches for it. Frowning, he gazes at the bold lines of the horse trotting on the lakeside path. He strokes the stubble on his bristly cheeks with his free hand, thinking out loud. “Hmm. Not bad. You say you can do more like this?”
Maxzyne nods vigorously. Mr. Stryker jabs his index finger at the page. “But instead of this lake background, maybe switch it up. Make it my theater. Yeah, with the performers in costume. And in color.” He grows more excited. “Well, why not? We can use some good artwork.” He nods at her. “It’s a deal, kid.”
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