He was going to do it. No matter what. Today was the day. Jack had actually decided that yesterday night. Yesterday was supposed to be the day until the time magically flew by and he pushed the day forward. But today was the day and that's all that mattered.

Jack was sitting in his parked car looking at the community building. He glanced down at his attire - faded jeans and a white tee - and once again reassured himself that it was fine as he was only going to be talking. He was not art savvy, but he was certain that white coloured clothing and art were naturally a dangerous combination.

"Ok, get up and do it," Jack said to himself calmly.

He followed his directions, exited his vehicle and walked briskly toward the main doors. Seize the day! was a motto he'd grown attached to since his little transformation. Each step he took replaced his nervousness with a slowly, but steadily building excitement. Today was the day.

Earlier that week Jack had phoned the center in relation to signing up for art classes. Instead of a success, he had been told by an unapologetic receptionist that he'd missed the sign up date and all the classes had started a few weeks ago. Also, it was their policy that interested learners start at the beginning and thus wait for the next classes in a few months time. Normally Jack would have thanked her for the time and hung up the phone quickly. But that was the old Jack. The new Jack pressed her for more information not wanting to give up. He asked if there was any teacher that would possibly give private lessons. Samuel Greene might. She told Jack contact numbers and times he taught. Jack preferred to not deal with business over the phone so here he was inside and searching to find the correct room number.

Turning a corner, he could hear squeals and laughter. He could hear children. It made him smile. Samuel Greene apparently taught children's classes according to the receptionist. Jack hoped that his age wouldn't be a problem. His art skills could very much be akin to a 10 year old's anyhow.

Reaching the right door, he knocked, waited, and let himself in. He stood underneath the door frame and scanned the room full of short kids; it was easy to spot the only other adult besides him. The children didn't pay much attention to their new guest, most of them engaged in their colourful creations. They probably are better than me...

Jack smiled when Samuel Greene (he assumed) noticed his prescience, "Mr. Greene, I don't know if Nancy told you I'd be stopping by this week to talk with you..." He swallowed then forced himself to finish his introduction, "I'm Jack Hayes. Was interested in discussing private lessons." While waiting for a response, the conclusion he drew from Samuel Greene was, He sure looks the part of art teacher.