"The thing is I don't want to sell it! Its much to special to me but if I get an offer then I always have the real Bolt." She bumped Bolts shoulder playfully.
"Of course silly, I rather be with you anyday!" She snuck a kiss as they came up to the building. "Let the show begin!" Lace showed her pass and led Bolt to the back were a blank wall was reserved.
"Then I'm putting you to work!" Lace handed him a few pictures and took out the picture of them making it normal size again. "Can you help me level this?"
Bolt levitated the picture onto its stand and balanced it out. He surrounded it with the other pictures, making a collage of romantic moments. "This look good?" He asked nervously.
"When the other ponies come in...can you hold my hoof? I know I act all tough but I hate getting separated from you...it's scary." Bolt asked timidly.
Lace took his hoof, pulling him closer, "I don't plan on going anywhere." She laid her head on his shoulder. The manager of the show asked any last minute questions and spoke into her head set, *let them in* The crowd of waiting ponies entered and scattered to individual artist. Some came to Lace having her hugs and air kisses but she never let go of Bolt.
Bolt stood there holding Lace's hoof and waving occasionally. More people asked to see his game face, teeth bared in an arrogant smile. But through it all, he was happy to be attatched at the hoof to Lace.
"How ya doin?" She asked, the artists were givin a break and the buyers were allowed to make their choices. They walked to the back room where tables were set out for snacks and drinks.
"Good. My jaws and lips hurt." He answered, rubbing his jaw. "Stupid game face. Am I allowed to eat too?" Bolt asked, mouth almost watering
"Sweet...literally!" Bolt said, grabbing an apple slice himself and sitting next to her. "Hope nopony asks me questions..." He sighed.
He pulled her onto his lap, holding both of her hooves. "I don't know, you're the smart one here!" He said, pulling her into a hug
Lace giggled, "I'm just smart in art." After the hug, Lace felt a tap on her shoulder, a filly stood behind them with a pen and picture of Lance's art piece. *Umm ma'am c-can I get you autograph?* she spoke in a nervous tone. "Sure!" Lace quickly signed it giving it a heart at the end and sent her off.
