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After opening my new studio it was'nt long before my first client walked in wanting to change his life for a dream he had had since childhood.He was a quiet unassuming sort of person and a little embarrassed at not being able to pay for my services up front but I agreed to paint his future on his promise to pay me when his dream came true.
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I painted the young man a picture of a rock group with him as the leader of the band and within a couple of months the group were playing to packed sold out concerts and were riding high in the charts.
Feeling pleased with the outcome of my painting I approached the now very famous young man to request my fee of $1,000,000 as agreed but to my dissapointment I found that fame and fortune had changed this once nice person into a very arrogant and self centered being,so much so that he refused to honour the deal we had struck and as I left I knew already what fate had in store.
When I returned to my studio I set to work straight away and started to paint his fall from grace.
The first picture I painted and sent to him was of a heroin addict injecting and within a couple of weeks the daily papers were full of reports about the new pop idol being a junky.
I again visited the now waning pop star to ask for my payment as agreed at the time of painting his first picture but was met with a tirade of abuse and he believed that my paintings were not the cause of his fame or addiction and sadly I had to paint another picture to try and persuade him to keep to the bargain he had struck with me.
The next picture I painted and sent to him was of a squalid and filthy little bed sit where sure enough he ended up living in filth and deprivation and when I next visited him he still refused to believe that my paintings were to blame for his downfall but I knew he would come to find me to try and resurrect his once fantastic career.
As he entered my studio all he found was an empty room apart from the final painting which was of a young man laying in squalor with an empty bottle of pain killers in one hand and a pop concert flyer of him and his band topping the bill in the other.
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