Michael.

In the art building myself, Aya and the children were making hand made maracas, something I learned along time ago, the children were having fun making it, Aya thanked me for the idea, I told her it was no problem. As the children were making their hand made maracas Aya and I talked for a while, we talked about our day and what we will do for the weekend. 

Aya said she would just stay at home and finish her assessments for college, which was nice to know, I would like to see some of her projects she does in college, in fact I've never seen any of her work that's not in the art building, in fact I actually never seen her apartment and we've known each other for a while.

"Say Aya what does your apartment look like", I asked.

"Well it's nothing special really, just some furniture and a bunch of my art work hanging around", she answered.

"Oh, can I see your apartment", I asked, Aya's eye widened.

"O-Okay, but I warn you it's not as glamorous as the hayvenhurst", she replied.

"I don't care, I still would love to see it", I smiled.

After we talked we helped the children with their maracas, myself and Aya even made one of our own. When we were done we started shaking them like crazy it was so loud I think the noise made it to the other classrooms, we had so much fun with the maracas, Aya and myself were shaking the maracas near each others faces, until mine broke, the beads went everywhere, myself and Aya began to laugh our heads off while the children just stared at us awkwardly.

That night I gave Aya a call I forgot to ask her where she lived, she gave me her address and of course I wrote it down, I was so excited to see Aya's apartment that I couldn't sleep, even though I know Aya enough seeing her apartment could help me get even more connected to her, plus I get to see Aya's amazing art work.

After a nearly sleepless night because of my excitement the morning came, I still couldn't wait to see Aya's home, I bet it's way more wonderful then what she described it to be. In the morning my brothers came by to the house, myself, my brothers and Joseph sat in the living room, we spoke about the tour and how we were going to plan it, so far without our knowledge Joseph did almost everything, he got a equipment crew, publicists, a treasurer, a sponsorship from pepsi and many more things you need to make a tour, then he was telling us that he was thinking about hiring Don King as the promoter.

"Isn't he a boxing promoter", Randy said.

"Yes a boxing promoter no one crosses with, he doesn't let anyone step on him and he always knows what he's doing", Joseph replied.

"So what if he's a hard ass, what does he know about promoting a tour", Marlon asked.

"Trust me Marlon he knows", Joseph answered.

Itself over all was ridiculous, he disappeared for a few weeks and did everything by himself, not even  saying a word to us while he was doing it, it was our tour my brothers and I were capable to do things ourselves, but no, Joseph as always had to have all of the control, it made me mad so much so it almost ruined my day.

Time flew by and my brothers left the house Joseph left the house too to visit Joh'vonnie, it was perfect timing, I had to leave too because I had to see Aya's apartment.

As myself and Phil drove off to Aya's home, I was imagining what Aya's apartment might look like, judging by her personality maybe it would be victorian style or maybe an artsy look, I just had to wait and see.

We finally made it to Aya's apartment, she was waiting outside the apartment building, as soon as I got out of the car Aya ran up to me and gave me a big hug, then she led me into the apartment, Phil went back to the estate, I told him that I would call him if I was ready to go home. As we walked upstairs and down the hallway my exhilaration to see Aya's apartment was building up, at last we were at Aya's home, she open the door wide open, "welcome", she said with enthusiasm.

The enthusiastic welcome was worth it, Aya's home was bewildering, every inch of her home was filled with her art work. In the living room her walls had a beautiful painting of a magical fairy kingdom, in front of some of the walls were sculptures of peter pan, Tinkerbelle, mickey mouse, Pinocchio, and some fairies and princesses she made up in her own imagination, the rest of the walls was covered in lovely framed paintings and a beautiful small waterfall at the corner of the room, and of course some remarkable pieces of furniture perfectly placed in the room.

"So this is the living room", Aya said.

"It's amazing", I replied.

"Thank you, do you want to see the rest of the place", Aya blushed.

"Of course", I smiled.

So we entered another room, "this is my bedroom", she said. I gazed around her bedroom, it was like a mystical forest, tree branches with green leafs on them pattered the walls, grass carpets filled up the floor, there were more painting and sculpture of Disney characters, of course there was a bed but it was circular it looked very comfortable, there was a large tree swing near the corner of the room, elegant pink blossoms circled the rope of the swing, her bedroom was like a fairy tale.

When I finished admiring her bedroom she showed me the kitchen, her kitchen was even more captivating, it was like a candy factory it was so bright and colorful, there was candy everywhere, jellybeans, different types of  hard candy, all sorts of chocolate, candy floss, popcorn you name it. "It's for the kids", Aya clarified.

Her home was spectacular even the bathroom had a incredible theme to it, I love it, I absolutely love it. It's like I walked into Neverland, it was not what I expected at all.

"Aya I love your home it's stunning, so magical", I complimented .

I walked into the living room and looked around some more, while Aya went to grab us some drinks, as I looked around the ceiling suddenly caught my attention, it was the most magnificent thing of ever see the ceiling was painted as the sky, it was so beautiful.

"This is amazing Aya", I said, as she walked into the room with the drinks.

"Oh the ceiling, that's nothing it's not even finished", she replied.

"I can help you finish it", I smiled.

"Oh no Michael I could put you through that, it's a lot of work", she said.

"Please I insist", I smiled.

Aya went into her bedroom and got art robes for us to wear so we couldn't get paint on our clothes, she also got large white sheets to cover the furniture, the floor, the sculptures and the paintings. She grabbed the blue paint, the white paint and some paint brushes, we climbed up the ladders and started painting the ceiling, I painted the clouds and she painted the sky. We had so much fun the way Aya paints the sky was so phenomenal.

It took three hours to complete the rest of the ceiling, we gazed up at the painted sky, it was remarkable, I was speechless it looked like the actual sky.

"We finally finished it", Aya said.

"You were right it did take a lot of work, I'm so exhausted", I yawned.

As soon as I turned around Aya was holding the can of blue paint, was she going to do what I think she was going to do, "maybe this will wake you up", Aya grabbed a handful of blue paint and threw it at me, I couldn't believe she did that, it got all over my face and hair, but two could play that game, so I grabbed the can of white paint beside me and got a handful of that and threw it at her, next thing we know we were in the middle of a paint fight, luckily the furniture and art work were covered in sheets. The paint fight continued until myself and Aya were on the floor still putting paint on one another, Aya was such a cheater she pinned me down, got the can of blue paint and poured the whole can all over my face, it was so unfair.

When the paint fight was over, we were both lying on the floor beside each other, I was covered in blue paint, she was covered in white paint, we were once again gazing at the painted sky.

"So what do you want to do when you finish college", I asked.

"I want to work for Disney, you know be an animator", she answered.

"That's amazing you would be incredible at it", I said.

"Do you really think so", she replied.

"Oh yeah", I smiled.

Knowing Aya and the stupendous art work she does, she would do a marvelous  job as an animator, I love Aya's apartment I could even say it's more lively then my own home, it's like walking into a wonderland, Aya should really give herself some credit for what she does. Her home is like a museum of art and I would love to spend everyday there.