"Who are the others?" I asked.
"People who match your caliber, I assure you. Unknown today, but potential to make a name tomorrow... like you? You will be proud to stand alongside these other artists. Or shamed is your concern?" Collins replied with a smile borderline smug.
"Don't wanna outshine anybody..."
"Ha ha... please try. This is an art school."
Collins carried himself with much confidence. Of course, this is his home ground and he is the master of his own trade.
"Clifford, this Christmas event will be open to public and it goes by free admission. It should attract general public, arts enthusiasts, and even scouts. May I kindly ask if you have any requests as for... payments or renumerations? Let's make that clear." Collins quickly continues, "Bear in mind, we do not charge you any rental fees."
I took a deep breath. I am just a budding artist. I made enough money by freelance work. People doesn't know my name nor recognize my signature, so who am I to make demands?
"No, sir. I am very pleased to be part of this project pro bono. For this purpose, my work will be new and original, I promise in the name of arts. Just a small request tho... if any of my work pique the interest of any buyer, at any amount to the highest bidder, I reserve the rights to sell it. My work is mine."