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The sun's rays woke Avery up the next morning. He stretched and let out a big yawn, obviously still tired, but, unfortunately, needing to get up.

"Holy shit, I need coffee." Avery said to himself, going over to the kitchen section of his studio apartment and turning on his Keurig. He absolutely loved that machine- it kept him going in the mornings.

"Hey Avery, you're up kind of early, aren't you?" A voice from behind him asked. Avery turned around, and saw his roommate Zach, an otter that he had befriended while living up here.

"Yeah, I really am." Itching his eyes, he let out another big yawn. Avery put his coffee cup under the Keurig, brewing his coffee. "I'm presenting my artwork to yet another museum. Hopefully this one likes them." He said with a weak smile.

"I-I'm sure they will." The otter said, looking at the painting in the middle of the apartment. "This one really is excellent."

"Thanks." Avery replied, taking a sip from his coffee. "I worked all night on it. I only got like three hours of sleep and I'm exhausted." It was true, Avery wasn't a morning person- he enjoyed staying up late then sleeping until noon. But when he took out his cell phone to see if he had any messages, the device's clock read 7:31.

"Holy shit is it early."Avery said. God did he loathe mornings. "Well, I've got to go get showered and dressed."

"Alright, I'm going to work. I'll catch you later." Zach said, heading out the door.

"Later." Avery told him as the otter walked out. He grabbed a set of clothes- a dark brown shirt, light brown cardigan, and a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, as well as a towel.

He walked into the bathroom. It was rather small, just barely big enough for use. The floor was made of cheap linoleum tile with cracks all through it. The shower was just that- a stall with a shower faucet. And the sink was simply a bowl with a faucet and a small mirror up above it that opened up as a medicine cabinet.

Avery turned the shower on, adjusting it to a luke warm temperature before undressing. A small, slightly toned body was revealed- Avery was anything but muscular, but he liked his body. It was better than being overly muscular, he thought.

He hopped into the shower, lathering his body with soap and washing himself. He had to make sure he was perfectly clean before his presentation- he wanted to make the best impression possible.

After he was satisfied with his cleanliness, he hopped out of the shower, and toweled himself off. Not even bothering to get dressed and letting everything just "hang loose," Avery got his hair gel out of the medicine cabinet, spiking the hair on his head up into a fauxhawk. He did different things different days, and today was definitely a fauxhawk day.

After he found his hair to be just perfect, a routine that took about twenty minutes, he got dressed, slipping on his jeans, t-shirt, and cardigan.

"I look good today." Avery said, pleased with his appearance. "Hopefully that will influence them a little bit."

Now all that's left to do is pack up my shit. Avery thought. He walked out into the living room, grabbed four of his favorite pieces, and took them out to his car, gently placing them in the backseat.

Nervous as all hell, he got into his car, buckled his seat belt, and drove to the museum. The drive there seemed to take an eternity on account of his anxiety. But, he was determined to do well and not lose his cool. It was harder than he thought it would be, even though he's presented to at least three other museums. Maybe it was the constant rejection that had his nerves all flared up- he didn't want to be let down again.

After that eternity was over, Avery was finally at the museum- a prestigious place that only showed the best of the best. Of course, Avery believed he was one of the best, others just didn't see it yet.

"Well, here goes nothing." He walked into the building, his canvases in hand, and walked up to the front desk. There was a stout fox there, she was a little chubby, and was wearing a hideous puke green shirt. How the fuck she works here with that fashion sense I will never know. Avery thought, being rather judgemental.

"Can I help you?" She asked. Avery noticed her name pin, and apparently her name was Amy. Cute name. Avery thought.

"Uh, yes. I'm Avery Baker, and I'm here to present." He said, still nervous. She looked at the canvases in his hand, and smiled.

"Ah, yes. Go down the hall here and take a right. You should see a room with a sign that reads 'Meeting Room', go there, and set up. They'll be with you in a moment." The fox smiled at Avery, and he smiled back. She was so nice, Avery felt badly for judging her so quickly.

"Thank you." Avery said as he walked down the hall. He took the right, and saw the room. He entered, and saw several canvas stands. Quickly, he set up his paintings, and waited as patiently as he could.

He waited for yet another eternity, only this time it was only five minutes, and then the 'judges' walked in.

They all introduced themselves, and they all shook Avery's hand.

"Hi, I'm Avery." He said, smiling weakly. He could feel his knees getting weak and his breath getting quicker.

"So, tell us Avery, what do you have here." One of the judges asked. He was a tall, lanky giraffe, and Avery wondered where he found all of the material for his suit.

Avery took a deep breath, finding his confidence before speaking.

"Well, this first piece right here," Avery pointed to one of his paintings. "Is my representation of the world we live in."

"How?" Another judge asked, this time a rather large panda. "All I see is a bunch of abstract shapes and designs." "Exactly." Avery said, feeling more and more confident. "That is how I view the world- a place with no clear lines; a place that is undefinable, and that no one can really explain. That's what this piece represents."

"Hm, interesting." The panda said, smiling a bit. Avery took this as a good sign, and found a little more confidence.

"And what about that piece- the one with all of the fruit." The third and last judge asked. She was a petite fox, and Avery wondered why in the hell there were so many foxes in the art world.

"That represents life," He said. "And before you ask how, I'll explain." Avery pointed to different parts of the painting, explaining each individual part.

The interview went on in a similar matter, the judges asking different questions and Avery answering them to the best of his ability.

"Well Avery, we'd like to thank you for your time." The panda told him, and Avery smiled.

"Thank you, appreciate all of you taking the time to view my art." Avery said, having a good feeling about what had happened.

"We'll get back to you in about a week on whether or not your art will be showcased in the museum." The petite fox told him, and Avery was already impatient with anticipation.

"Alright, thank you." Avery said, giving them another friendly smile. The judges walked out, saying their good-byes and shaking Avery's hand. Avery packed up his things, and went back out to his car.

"Holy shit." He said, leaning back in the driver's seat. "That was nerve wracking." He leaned back up, and drove off back to his apartment, taking a significantly shorter amount of time, or so it seemed.

Back in his apartment, Avery was sleeping on the couch. The television was on some news channel, but Avery didn't even watch it- he just liked the white noise in the background while he slept.

Avery was glad that the interview was finally over; it had made him a nervous wreck, and he didn't like it. All that mattered to him now though was that he had made his way through it, and he went to sleep content with his performance.