The door opened.
Sheun stepped out, clipboard in hand, his expression carrying nothing that either of them could read. He looked at Frosh, then at Faye, then back at the studio where Jinad and Akin were already packing equipment, their movements quick and purposeful.
The whole walkway went as quite as graveyard all the aspiring artist all went quite as they saw Sheun with the clipboard in his hands it felt like it was teacher holding your report card about to show their parents.
Unknowingly they all sat upright some were already sweating on their palms, nervousness slipped in as there were adjusting their clothes and seating positions as if that would be what they would judge them for.
Sheun walked up to the artist slowly and stopped few step in front of them and looked straight at the artist who were obviously nervous.
Sheun coughed to get the attention of everyone.
