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The Monetization of Art and Poetry
Poets and Artists quite often struggle with selling their creations; whereas art dealers and fast talking money merchants are great at selling but often devoid of talent that hasn't been pilfered. Visualize a world in a story or essay that breaches this divide, and allows the cunning salesman and the bleeding heart artist who lives with integrity to coexist. I will read all entries and a winner will be chosen according by who can speak best between the lines.
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Imperfect perfectionist

A long time ago, a young man went out to the village to perform. He is good at dancing, singing, and martial arts, an expert in music, and a good-looking guy. As he steps onto the stage, everybody will start yelling and cheering for him. He can showcase different talents each day which attracts more audiences to watch his performances. The crowd considered him the almost perfect human being that was ever seen.A long time ago, a young man went out to the village to perform. He is good at dancing, singing, and martial arts, an expert in music, and a good-looking guy. As he steps onto the stage, everybody will start yelling and cheering for him. He can showcase different talents each day which attracts more audiences to watch his performances. The crowd considered him the almost perfect human being that was ever seen.

"He is so perfect, there is nothing he can't do" the audience whispered to herself, and others can easily agree.

After he performed, he just went home and rested, and then thand e next day he performed It became his daily routine, there was nothing else he did aside from performing in front of the crowd. Because of his fame, even people from other countries were interested in and admired him and his personality. While he's on the stage he can hear laughter, shouting, and warm support from the audience.

Hundreds of visitors from other countries watched all his performances every single day and always expected unique talents from him. However, the audience observed that the guy never smiles as he performs. She couldn’t keep it to herself that is why she asked one of the audience that lived in that village.

“Why does the performer never smile?” she asked. But the person just shrugged her shoulders.

And softly answered, “Well, no one knows, and no one cares about it, we just wanted to focus more on his talents.”

The girl wondered. Throughout his performance, she is just looking at his lips if ever she’s able to catch a smile from him or any sign of joy. But she’s disappointed. It bothers her because every day she watched all his performances, never did he curve a smile on his lips. Nevertheless, she waits in the crowd. Every day his expression would be the same, an emotionless face.

There is laughter around the stage, and the crowd will get as joyful as they can. But the girl never loses hope and could feel that something was off with the guy’s expression. She doesn’t even know why she’s even looking for that smile instead of just watching the event.

A year passes and the same scenario is witnessed, he performs but is emotionless. Then she came to the point that after his performance she followed the guy through his home but still failed to take a glance at a smile. She decided to talk to him.

"Can I talk to you about something?” she asked, pouring all her courage.

“About what?” the guy replied in a calm voice but still looking so unbothered. It’s fascinating to notice but the girl felt the comfort between the two of them.

“Why are you not smiling while you perform, even if you’re not on stage?” she directly asked. The guy was suddenly quiet, and both got quiet. The only thing that broke the silence was the unexpected answer from the guy.

“I cannot smile. I know it’s weird but, since I was born, I never learned how to smile. But I’m fine with that” he explained.

The girl looked cold, after that she listened to the guy’s explanation and she turned around and was about to leave. But the guy just looks at the distant back of the girl and speaks softly.

“You don’t need to overthink about it, people don’t need to see your smiles just to let them know you’re happy.”

As if the table has turned.

“From the first time that I’ve seen you in the crowd, you’re the only person that never shouts, cheers, and even smiles a bit.” The guy stated. He always heard the crowd, loud as always, cheering and shouting but the girl caught his attention because she seemed to not belong to the crowd.

“So, you did notice?.”

”I know it’s hard at first, but you will just get used to it. Just do what makes your heart happy.”

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