Apollo

Nadira was back to work on her sculpture, high on the ladder she usually had this class room to her self. No one came in here and so her and her professor had decided it would be perfect for her sculpture due to its size and need to be unmoved. She was working on the hair trying to shape and smooth out wash curl on his head. She paid close attention to details and would have to come back and carb out and smooth the individual strands of hair. She also wanted to do more with his skin. Texture it like real skin. He didn't like. How smooth he was right now.
She had forgotten to close the class door however and the sound of Stevie nicks singing Rihanna spilled out into the hall. Some passerbys grumbled about how rude it was but none said anything. Nadira wouldn't have cared anyway. A small crease formed between her brows as she worked on a stubborn spot where the clay kept cracking and she smoothed it with the wet rag she had over her shoulder and tried again.