Four Artists From Another World

'Knock, knock', Nathan knocked as hard as he could on Harry's wooden door, of about 7 feet tall with the broadest smile he displays when he is about to pass on a goodnews.

 'Who's there?' replied a tiny voice. Should probably be Harry's sister. 'Why does it always have to be her answering the door?' Nathan angrily thought. As he then changed the tone if his voice, trying to copy that of John's.

 "Tell Harry it's John and that I want to see him now". Nathan said, but this time, hiding his face from the tiny hole that bored through the old door, so, the little girl won't know it is him. 

After waiting for about 10 seconds, Harry burst the door open, smiling as hard as his pink lips could reach his ears. "Are we in?" He asked Nathan as though he had been praying all night for a goodnews, which he probably was, telling from his dull eyes that he barely had a proper night rest. 

"Well,...." Nathan said halfway as Harry grabbed his hand and pulled him over to a nearby parking lot. 

"Come on bro, are we in, tell me we are!" Harry said, smiling in expectation of a positive response to his buddy who continued, "well, Harry, so, I was able to sign the four of us in, but unfortunately......" Nathan said with his face looking like he had been moaning. 

All of Harry's smile was about to come to a crash when Nathan continued "unfortunately, we are in....." Nathan screamed... at least not loud enough for Harry's sister to hear. She would immediately report to her cruel mother, of course putting Harry in danger. 

"No way..." Harry replied with his wide arms suddenly wrapped around Nathan's broad shoulders. And as if connected with nature, a calm breeze set in, making the two have a wonderful moment. 

"Here's what is going to happen" Harry continued, "I'll get dressed and contact Sindra and Orcus and we meet at your place." They both agreed and departed. Harry was as happy as he could ever be. Finally his dream -their dream is coming to reality he thought. 

When Harry got back home, his Mom was already sitting on her usual couch waiting aggressively like she was ready to pounce on the 18 years old. 

"Where were you?" She asked as though she already knew that he was with Nathan. The very reason why mom detested Nathan remained a history to Harry.

Harry who was now thinking of some sort of lie to give was gracefully saved when Dad dashed in through the back door with some sort of documents in his hand and shouted "it worked.. we are rich....". Everyone turned and looked at him as he continued "so, this morning, I was called by Mr. Lockwood for a proper interview. He told me I was fitting for the job, he then took me around and showed me my own working space, and guess what, I am to start work tommorow". Dad yelled! 

'Finally, dad has gotten a job. I can now bill him for every single material i need. It has really been a setback for me as I made little or no earnings at all. And I'll also be able to get my monthly allowances flowing in again.' Harry smiled as he crept his way into his room. Leaving dad and mom to talk about dad's new job. 

Harry has been painting since he was six. His first three paintings were hung on the wall where he placed his cupboard. When Harry followed his mom to grocery store, he always requested for watercolors and a bunch of A3 papers. This happened over and over until his parents stopped him from painting, saying it took too much of the young lad's time. They wanted him to focus primarily in finishing school with high grades. 

Dad later owned a supermarket in town where he told Harry to work as a sales person. When Dad informed Harry, he quietly screamed in because he dreaded his father Mr. Adam. But, he had no choice and so, when he closes from school, he spent the rest of the miserable day selling, which he lovingly detested. 

Harry quickly reached to his phone and called Sindra and passed the news to him and his brother Orcus. "Hurry up, we meet at Nathan's house in an hour's call" he said as he ended the call. 

    Sindra was elated as well as Orcus his brother, that they both ran their way to the sitting area to inform their dad of the Goodnews. Mr. Ford their father smiled like he had always known it would work out. 

"But, will we make it to the end of the competition?" Sindra asked looking anxious. Orcus continued "dad, there will be tons of pro Artist there in groups. We are just four and we haven't had enough time to prepare for whatever the competition may be " Orcus continued, but this time in a worried tone "I don't want to come home a failure father" he ended looking directly into the old man's eyes.

The two boys were excused by their father as he had to pick up a private call. Despite all odds, they had to get ready for whatever they will face when the competition begins. They two of them were certain that they would fight their way through it and become just like their dad. And of course with Nathan and Harry in he game, they were so ready. 

Mr. Ford's home was the paradise every artist desired to be. From the very detailed interior to the various sculptures, and to the frames of marvelous artworks that lay on each wall, every design was made directly by Mr. Ford. 

Mr. Ford spent virtually all his life being creative. He admired his two boys for the same spirit they had. He won in various competitions, took many gifts and rewards home, and was famous during his time. They'd make mama proud!