J: What changed your mind? A: Do you really want to waste time? J: Every time I suggest doing something remotely fun you suddenly get busy. A: Well the last time you were here I actually had to pick up my cousin from the airport. J: Okay, but you always— A: And that other time Harmony actually had a stomach bug. I was holding her hair back all night. J: It’s not that I don’t believe you, I’m just surprised is all. A: Whatever, what do I do? J: Find a spot. A: Any spot? This is too much pressure. J: Girl, if you don’t just pick a corner. A bird hops along the branches on the tree. A: Did you hear that? J: Hear what? A: I think someone’s coming. A rushes to gather the bags. J: Hey, hey. No one comes over here. You’re paranoid. A: I just thought I heard… and I can’t get caught tagging. I can’t have something like that on my record. I’m trying to— I just can’t— J: Take a deep breath. Relax, okay. A sits on the edge of the curb and does a few staggered breaths. J pulls his cans out of the bag. J: Did you find a spot yet? A: Yeah I think I want that area to the right, above the 8 thing. J: 8 thing? You mean the glasses? A: Glasses? It looks like a sideways 8. You think they’d be mad if I covered up this blue part? It won’t take away from the rest of the look, you know. I honestly think it will look better red. J: Considering I’m the artist, I think they’d be pissed. Silence. A: I- I’m sorry, I didn’t know you did that one. J: Yeah I actually did this whole half. I found this wall and just made it mine. That’s how I know no one comes back here. It’s abandoned. A: I’m sorry, I feel like this is all going wrong. I shouldn’t be here J: I watched you in Morelo’s class. You’re good. Really good. And I know you don’t usually do murals, but I think your vision would look amazing on a wall. A: A wall. Your wall. J puts a can in A’s hand. J: Once you get started, you’ll feel the rush. Just be yourself. Make art. A turns on some music and gets comfortable. 45 minutes later, J and A stand across from the wall. J: I love it. A: Me too. It really came out better than I imagined. J: Its something about the application of an idea that makes art so magical… A: It really is. J: The blues and whites make it look like mystical. A: Like a full moon… J: I’m glad you did this with me tonight. A: I don’t know what pushed me. J: Just blame it on the full moon. J and A look up at a full moon in the sky.