Chapter two:I DON'T KNOW WHAT COMES OVER ME

Over the next few days, Nellah finds herself working harder than ever before.

She feels a renewed sense of purpose, and her art is the best it's ever been.

She keeps thinking about Marguerite de Lautrec, about her drive and dedication, and about her beautiful art. She wonders what it was like to be an artist in the 17th century, and what it was like to create such exquisite sculptures.

Nellah starts to feel a connection to Marguerite that goes beyond art. It's like she's found a friend, a kindred spirit from another time.

she was walking around the main road wearing a midnight purple blue sequinned dress, As she walked, the sun hit her sequinned dress and it sparkled like stars in the night sky.

She felt like a walking piece of art, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction.

She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she almost didn't notice the crowd of people gathered on the street corner. She slowed her pace and peered through the crowd, curious about what was happening.

She was surprised to see a group of artists gathered around a blank canvas. Nellah stood there, watching the artists work. She felt a sense of kinship with them, like they were part of the same tribe.

She felt a pull towards them, a desire to join in. But then she remembered that she wasn't an artist, not really. She was just a dreamer.

She turned to walk away, but she heard one of the artists speak.

"There's a blank canvas right here," he said, pointing to the empty space in front of him.

"Why don't you come and join us? Let's see what you can create."

Nellah hesitated for a moment. But then, something inside her clicked into place.

She felt a surge of confidence, and she walked over to the canvas. She picked up a brush and dipped it into the paint.

Then, she took a deep breath and started to paint.

At first, her strokes were hesitant, uncertain. But then, something took over, and her brush flowed across the canvas. She painted shapes and colors, scenes from her imagination, thoughts from her soul. She was lost in a world of creation, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

As she painted, the other artists started to notice. They stopped their own work and turned to watch her.

"She's amazing!" one of them whispered.

"Look at the way she moves, the way she creates!" another said.

"She's like a force of nature!" a third added.

Nellah was so focused on her work that she didn't notice the crowd that had gathered around her.

She was lost in a world of color and creation, and nothing else mattered. Time seemed to stop, and all that existed was her and her art.

And then, as if by magic, Nellah's painting was complete.

She stood back, and looked at what she had created. It was unlike anything she had ever done before. It was raw and powerful, full of emotion and energy.

The other artists were speechless, and for a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of the wind in the trees.

"Wow," one of them finally said.

"That was incredible."

Nellah smiled, a shy, hesitant smile.

"Thank you," she said.

"I don't know what came over me."

But then, one of the artists spoke up.

"You were channeling your inner artist," he said.

"It's like the paint was flowing through you, like you were a vessel for something bigger than yourself."

Nellah thought about that for a moment, and she realized that he was right. She had been more than herself when she was painting. She had been something more.

"Maybe we all have a little bit of that in us," she said.

"Maybe it just takes the right moment, the right inspiration, to bring it out."

The other artists nodded, and then, one by one, they went back to their own canvases. But Nellah was still lost in the moment.

She reached for another brush, and started on a new painting. She felt a surge of energy, and she knew that she could create anything she wanted.

It was as if the possibilities were endless. She could feel her inner artist, her true self, emerging more and more. And she knew that she would never be the same again.

As the days turned into weeks, Nellah continued to paint, growing more and more skilled with each passing day.

She started to experiment with new techniques, and her style evolved. She started to gain recognition, as people began to notice her art.

But she didn't let it go to her head. She remained humble, and grateful for the opportunity to create.

She remembered what it was like to have her inner artist come alive, and she wanted to help others do the same.

nellah picked up her phone and called her family.

"Hello?" Nellah's mother answered the phone.

"Hi, Mom," Nellah said.

"I'm calling to tell you something."

"What is it, sweetie?" her mother asked.

"I've found my calling," Nellah said.

"I'm going to be an artist."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line.

And then, Nellah's mother spoke.

"I'm so proud of you, Nellah," she said.

"I know you'll be amazing."

Nellah felt a surge of emotion, and she smiled.

"Thanks, Mom," Nellah said.

"I'm excited to see where this journey takes me."

"It's going to be wonderful, I just know it," her mother said.

"But please don't forget to take care of yourself. Make sure you eat and sleep and do all the things you need to do to stay healthy."

Nellah laughed.

"I promise, Mom," she said.

"I'll take care of myself. And I'll call you again soon, I promise."

"I'll be looking forward to it," her mother said.

"How's Dad?" Nellah asked.

Her mother sighed.

"He's still not doing so well," she said.

"He's been having a hard time since he lost his job."

"Oh no," Nellah said, feeling a pang of sadness.

"Is he looking for a new one?"

"He is," her mother said.

"But it's been difficult. The job market is tough right now."

Nellah felt helpless, but she knew she had to do something to help.

"Mom, I have an idea," she said.

"Can you put me on speakerphone?"

Her mother did as she asked, and Nellah heard the click as the speakerphone was turned on.

"Hi, Dad," she said.

"It's me, Nellah."

"Hi, sweetie," her father's voice sounded tired and worn.

"What's up?"

"I have an idea," Nellah said.

"I think I can help you find a new job."

"You do?" her father said, a hint of hope in his voice.

"Yes," Nellah said.

"I've heard about a application that could help you get back on your feet."

"It's a website that helps people find jobs," Nellah said.

"It's called Job Seeker, and it's still in beta testing, but I think it could be really helpful for you. Would you be interested in trying it out?"

"I would love to," her father said.

"Thank you so much for thinking of me."

"It's my pleasure," Nellah said.

"I'll send you the link to the website, and I'll be here to help you if you have any questions."

"That would be wonderful," her father said.