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Wednesday Posting_A Time From Now_72

STORY TITLE: A Time From Now
    CHAPTER TITLE: She’s Done Her Homework _Seventy-Two of One Hundred
RATING: this chapter: PG
WORD COUNT: this chapter: 790
WARNINGS: this chapter: Lindsay POV
DISCLAIMER: Nothing I can say that hasn’t been said already? Not mine
     Originally Beta’ed by herefordroad, all subsequent mistakes are mine
    Story throughout contains excerpts from The Brian Kinney Operating Manual including commentary from the Editors
SUMMARY FROM THE EDITORS: ‘So an idea began to form in her mind and it wasn’t the obvious path of expanding the display space.’
    Lindsay takes the last big step that will give her life its reason for being
AUTHOR‘S NOTES: This story projects 59 years into the future and reflects all that that entails, many of the loose ends are tied-up. I dance with POV, I dance with time, in essence, I just dance to the song Brian & Justin sang to me.
    Contains: Brian_others, Justin_others. They grow old, they are always together for just as long as time allows, but, ultimately, they will die.
    As someone wise once said, ‘In the end, it’s all about Brian and Justin’ and I can only agree

A Time From Now

She’s Done Her Homework
Six Months Later - Four Years - Toronto

When Lindsay and Melanie bought The Preston Johns Gallery, that was exactly what they bought, the gallery and all that that encompassed, but they still had to rent the space. Had they been able to, they also would have purchased the building, but that just wasn’t doable. So, Preston and Andrew had retained ownership and when, around two and a half years later, the almost landmark structure was in need of some serious repairs, the cost fell to the two men. The building had actually been in need of some repair for quite a while, but other things like world cruises and starting new businesses, raising children and the cost of remodeling -- basically life in all its myriad forms -- kept getting in the way

Still, when the finances were finally in place to upgrade the plumbing and wiring, to put in more efficient double-paned windows and more and more and more, Lindsay couldn’t help but consider the state of the virtually abandoned second story space, a large open area that was used only haphazardly at best for storage when the space on the ground floor became overwhelmed. In fact, the second story space was not only basically underused, it was almost entirely unused. And just like the lower gallery space, it had the nearly floor to ceiling windows the building was known for and which would have allowed in the most amazing light if they weren‘t unfortunately painted over.

So, an idea began to form in her mind, and it wasn’t the obvious path of expanding the display space. Lindsay was well satisfied with the gallery as it was. Another idea, one which would move them in a slightly different, albeit related, direction had caught her imagination, and  if she seriously wanted to pursue her idea, the time was now while the plans were just being drawn up for the renovations. She called a meeting which included Melanie, Preston, and Andrew, with Brian on conference-call who, until that point, hadn’t concerned himself much with the renovation. Now though, she wanted his input. He reminded her that if she needed money, he was ‘tapped out‘. Every penny was going toward Babylon@newYORK  . She assured him that he had no worries.

When she finally had everyone gathered, she was prepared, she’d done her homework. She’d checked out the local competition which was minimal, had online researched like facilities throughout the state and around the country for the knowledge they could provide. She’d chosen ten to use as examples, both the good and the bad and using those, showed how she would proceed. She also researched any state requirements or permits that might be applicable. There were permits that would be necessary, some training required but nominal.

As she presented her idea to open an art school for children, she was easily able to answer any questions given to her, including her idea for the name - art&ME, an idea she admitted having lifted from Brian and the way he’d was naming his Babylons. She explained how she wanted to start out slowly with children eight to twelve years of age who, she explained, were the ones who had given her the idea originally. She’d spent countless hours with the school kids who were brought to the gallery for field trips, and their enthusiasm was infectious. Discussing the art with them as she guided them through the space had become one of her greatest pleasures. She wanted more of them. She wanted to teach them.

Brian only asked her to send him her game plan and she told him she would. He got off the line shortly thereafter while the rest decided to take the discussion to a local restaurant and the meeting, as well as the meal, ended well. Preston and Andrew assured her and Melanie that the money necessary was available, and the work would be done to her specifications. A toast was made and another new adventure was embarked upon.

As an added bonus, the space had the secondary benefit of allowing her to set up her own small studio tucked into one corner and near the no-longer-painted-over window. This space, initially unimagined, turned out to be hardly secondary at all. Her work with her students inspired her, she wanted to show them something new with each lesson, so she began working regularly for the first time since she and Melanie had remodeled the attic in their Pittsburgh home. And she inspired the kids, especially when she began to sell. They realized art could be a way of life, and for a few of them that was just how they’d end up living theirs.

Next Chapter: The kingdom is theirs so please just be careful of their scarlet and ermine-bordered robes

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