flying colors.— [byeong-ho/sampson]
Sept 11, 2021 21:35:39 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2021 21:35:39 GMT -5
Normally my shop was a safe haven of sorts, a place I rarely felt nervous. Once I sat down with a customer and started chatting about a design, all of my fears normally drifted away. And while tattooing or designing? I was in my zone. It was like second nature to me. At this point there was no need to be nervous, I knew I was a damn good tattoo artist. Well, until earlier today.
I got a call from Sampson Crowe of all people. He informed me that he'd be stopping in today and that I should be ready. I'd rather it being a call from my parents saying that they had to sell the shop. At least then I'd have a reputation to start with. But if Sampson Crowe hates his tattoo or my shop or me? I'm fucked. The reputation I've worked to build up? Demolished in an instant.
Luckily, I had a cancellation today. It was my appointment in the slot before he was supposed to be coming in which gave me time to get ready. I had to call and reschedule the appointment during the time and the next one after, just in case we ran late. I hoped he had just wanted a consultation or something small, quick, and easy. Though, something told me it wouldn't be easy at all.
Normally, I wouldn't let someone just walk-in and demand a tattoo. But this was Sampson Crowe! If I didn't recognise his voice I'd assume it was a prank call. After all, look at the tattoo artists he normally works with! Man is a tribute stylist - the prince of Saturn City!
During my self-scheduled lunch break I even ran upstairs into the apartment portion of my shop and got changed. Normally around the shop I was a hoodie type of guy. But, that wasn't good enough for our special guest today. I put on slightly nicer clothes and made sure I didn't see any flaws anywhere - no tuffs of hair sticking out, no stains on my shoes, nothing.
I made sure everything was perfect in the shop during the time slot for the cancelled appointment. I even got a ladder - though I'm pretty tall myself - and got the signage out front wiped off "Flying Colors: Pretty in Ink Tattoos". The Flying Colors part was supposed to be a brand name in case I ever expanded past just a tattoo shop. And hey, maybe Sampson Crowe praising my shop could be exactly what I need to expand! Maybe that's a big too optimistic, actually. But hey, a man can hope.
Once it was time for him to show up, I took a drink from my bottle of pink lemonade and tried not to stare at the door too hard as I waited at the reception desk. After all, I was the owner, tattoo artist, receptionist, secretary, accountant, and janitor around here. That surprised some people, after all my parents put a considerable amount of money in this place. They made it look like a high-class, professional place from day one. And that made people think it was more than just some 20 year old kid working there.
I got a call from Sampson Crowe of all people. He informed me that he'd be stopping in today and that I should be ready. I'd rather it being a call from my parents saying that they had to sell the shop. At least then I'd have a reputation to start with. But if Sampson Crowe hates his tattoo or my shop or me? I'm fucked. The reputation I've worked to build up? Demolished in an instant.
Luckily, I had a cancellation today. It was my appointment in the slot before he was supposed to be coming in which gave me time to get ready. I had to call and reschedule the appointment during the time and the next one after, just in case we ran late. I hoped he had just wanted a consultation or something small, quick, and easy. Though, something told me it wouldn't be easy at all.
Normally, I wouldn't let someone just walk-in and demand a tattoo. But this was Sampson Crowe! If I didn't recognise his voice I'd assume it was a prank call. After all, look at the tattoo artists he normally works with! Man is a tribute stylist - the prince of Saturn City!
During my self-scheduled lunch break I even ran upstairs into the apartment portion of my shop and got changed. Normally around the shop I was a hoodie type of guy. But, that wasn't good enough for our special guest today. I put on slightly nicer clothes and made sure I didn't see any flaws anywhere - no tuffs of hair sticking out, no stains on my shoes, nothing.
I made sure everything was perfect in the shop during the time slot for the cancelled appointment. I even got a ladder - though I'm pretty tall myself - and got the signage out front wiped off "Flying Colors: Pretty in Ink Tattoos". The Flying Colors part was supposed to be a brand name in case I ever expanded past just a tattoo shop. And hey, maybe Sampson Crowe praising my shop could be exactly what I need to expand! Maybe that's a big too optimistic, actually. But hey, a man can hope.
Once it was time for him to show up, I took a drink from my bottle of pink lemonade and tried not to stare at the door too hard as I waited at the reception desk. After all, I was the owner, tattoo artist, receptionist, secretary, accountant, and janitor around here. That surprised some people, after all my parents put a considerable amount of money in this place. They made it look like a high-class, professional place from day one. And that made people think it was more than just some 20 year old kid working there.