Morgan Holman – ID: 2204 - Back Story
In the galaxy there were many artists. A large portion of them were makeup artists, and Morgan knew it. He knew that his dream was something difficult to achieve and that there would be a lot of competition to get a prominent name. But he didn't care, because he would do anything to become a makeup artist himself.
Throughout the galaxy, makeup schools were very expensive, so Morgan decided that he wouldn’t go that route. Instead, what Morgan did was take the first rocket ticket to the first planet he saw on the spaceport screens.
That way he ended up in Perus 87, with only his makeup box as his luggage.
The planet was like any other. Terraformed, with huge buildings, hundreds of species and flying cars. And, like any normal planet, it had an artistic zone.
Morgan headed toward that area. It was an entire neighborhood where the buildings were painted in vibrant colors and even the holograms seemed to have some artistic component. Morgan was amazed.
Walking through those streets, he saw traditional painters and virtual reality painters; sculptors of all conceivable materials, musicians of all species and poets reciting their writings in all languages.
He also saw a lot of tattoo shops, but none for makeup. That surprised him, because he would have imagined that a planet like that would have several places of makeup.
Surprised, he went into a tattoo parlor to ask. He wanted to be guided to some artist like himself so she could learn. The place was small and a violet-skinned being full of bright tattoos attended him.
"How can I help you?"
"Hi, I'm new here and wanted to know... are there any makeup artists around here?"
The violet man looked at him. His eyes were very, very dark. “No, there are no such artists here. Those are in the high neighborhoods, with the rich people.”
"With rich people?" Morgan was so surprised at the words that the man was surprised too. "And what about art?"
The man shrugged. "Why are you interested?"
“Because I want to become one, a makeup artist.”
"Go to the academy."
"No, I want to learn in places like these, for art."
“Mm,” the man looked at him. “If you want that… why don't you learn with me for a while? I do body art too, after all.”
"I'd love to!"
Morgan stayed on the premises. The man offered him a room so he could sleep, which he accepted. He started training right away. He learned all kinds of things and little by little he began to perform makeup on all the clients.
People who visited the place began to spread the word about the incredible artist that Morgan was, and soon the small tattoo parlor became a tattoo and makeup one. Morgan was happy, since he had finally achieved his dream: to make art on people's faces.
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