The video showed the kids' nursery. Each child was focused on their own projects, but only Morales was drawing something on the canvas. Everyone could see what he was creating.
A video was the best proof. Thea had no arguments left in her arsenal.
Vania came onto the stage, looking as calm as her son was. She told everyone, "Morales is my son. I'm his mother, and I did guide him on the path of design, but he creates every piece of work himself. Independent of my help." Just a moment ago, the set's crew member gave her a copy of the recording. She was in a shoot when Morales was creating his submission.
When the video came to an end, it was clear to the crowd who was the one that had put blood, sweat, and tears into their work. But, this time, they sided with Vania. The truth was out now, and it was indisputable.
Thea wouldn't let up, however. She pointed at Vania. "Vania probably made that design, and Threeday just imitated it."
Vania sneered. "That's possible too. So we'll have to settle this fairly now." Does she want to cause a commotion? I'll give her what she wants.
"How will you settle this, Threeday?" Zephyr asked politely.
"You'll have to ask the one who questioned my skill. You think I didn't get here with my own skill, so how do you want me to prove myself?"
Thea snorted. "Easy. You'll have to make another artwork right here, right now. See if you're as talented as you say." An impromptu design was a challenging trial. The designer had to be really talented to make a beautiful piece of work right away. Inspiration was crucial to every designer; one couldn't work to their fullest if forced to create something under duress. This was clearly an unfair trial for him.
Thea took Morales' silence as refusal. So, she sneered arrogantly. "Scared?"
"Oh, no." Morales cocked his eyebrow confidently. "That's easy. I'll do it." This is nothing for me.
The fact that Morales agreed so quickly made the crowd erupt into a heated discussion. They were surprised that a child was so confident.
Thea never expected Morales to agree so readily. Did I make it too simple? Darn it. I should have gone with something more difficult. She was frowning, coming up with a plan to deal with Morales later.
It was at this moment that Tilly spoke up, "An impromptu design is fine and all, but we wouldn't want to waste any more time, so you'll only have half an hour."
Half an hour was too little for even the most experienced designers. Some designers probably couldn't even come up with the draft in thirty minutes. It was mission impossible for them, but Morales nodded anyway. He said calmly, "Sure. Half an hour is enough." He told Zephyr to prepare his art supplies and went to work right before everyone's eyes. However, his style was different from what everyone was used to. They were confused. Ten minutes had passed, but the paper was still filled with nothing but a ball of lines. There wasn't even a shape.
The people who were optimistic that he could do it earlier felt a little unsure now. There's no way someone can come up with something in thirty minutes. Even if he's drawing it from memory, thirty minutes is still too short.
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