Have you ever heard of the fortune color? There's a tale spread from long ago in this art school. It has been told that if anyone can blend out the sky-blue near the first star that shows up in the east evening sky, he or she can gain a wealth of the fortune which is blessed by the stars. The first one who said to blend out the color is about 100 years ago, his life was full of happiness since then and his reputation firmly stands in the art circle even today. That is widely called the "Fortune Blue."
Tiffany is a gifted girl who is working on and developing her talent in this art school for the second year. She puts all her heart on her favorite activity, that is, painting. So far, she performed as a top student. Also, she has a lovely family and a boyfriend. They accompany, support, and love her at anytime.
This is a fine sunny winter morning. She has an oil painting class. The class is lectured by an old and humor professor. There's no one in the class that doesn't like him, however, they certainly doesn't like the challenging assignment that he always gives them. His painting assignments usually are merely a poetic theme and leave them lots of freedom to create. It's a good opportunity to brainstorm and reflect the experiences that he or she holds. However, for many students, sometimes that would cause a trouble due to their immaturity. Yet, that is never a slightest problem to Tiffany thanks to her talent. This time, unexpectedly, the professor assigned the class to try their best to hand out a painting of the "Fortune Blue."
Everyone wonders what the professor wants them to hand out 2 weeks from now. Is he asking them to blend that perfect sky-blue, the fortune color in that tale a hundred years ago?
After that, Tiffany works day and night to try to blend out the right blue. She wants to challenge herself, because people said that the sky blue is hard to present. She then looks at the sky more than before. While every classmate holds up the pencil to sketch, her schedule postpone again and again. The sky in day time seems higher and higher, and the night sky seems deeper and deeper each time she fails to make the right blue shade. Tiffany finally gives up blending out that perfect blue, she had never spend so much time without even enjoying the process of blending colors. She discusses the matter by the MSN with her boyfriend, William.
"I don't think so. He may just ask us to paint out what the fortune can mean to us." William replayed soon after Tiffany asked. Every time she gets a trouble, he's always there, ready to help her.
"?"Tiffany use simply a question mark to ask for a further interpretation
"Well...for example, the fortune means to be with your family...at least for many people." William's answer seems uncertain, too.
"Then what's the connection between that and fortune blue?" She wants a clear answer, always, and especially now.
"I don't know. But I know that there's no such 'perfect' blue."
"Very well" Tiffany thinks William is tricking her because he must know that she has been working hard on blending that blue for at least 4 days. And he says nothing to stop her doing that stupid thing within these four days?
"Well, you always look upon the sky. And you always chasing your dreams without a slightest hesitate. That is good... however, you put so much heart on only one thing that when you look up at the sky, you totally forget the people around you."
"I did not forget the lunch date today, right?"
"Yes... well, I'm not talking about the date....I mean...I feel that you neglect the feelings of people who make you comfortably look at the sky. "
"I just ..."She wants to retort without coming up any right position. She reflects her everyday life, only to find out her total dependent on her family and her boyfriend. She is free to pursuit what she wants, and takes that condition for granted. However, did she ever voluntarily do something for them? It is at this time that she recognize her selfish.
After a silent of few minutes, William says he has to go out once. And Tiffany, only find the strength to replay one simple "bye."
Sitting back on her chair, she doesn't know how to get together the mess of frustration in her head.
Tiffany's mom is cooking in the kitchen, the tasty smell blends with the sunset orange. She walks out the open window to the balcony. It's just like the first time that she gazes at the sky for no purpose. The sinking sun and the rising stars are all the same, but very different for her today. Her sister is playing with their dog in the yard. The cold breeze clearly brings up her laughter to the second floor. And her father is helping her mom to prepare the dinner. Those days seems too familiar and comfortable to neglect. She loves this atmosphere, but she fails to sense that in the past who knows how many years. Those happy everyday lives are so close to her. Yet, before today, she was totally blind to see that. She sees what she wants to be in the future. At the other hand, Tiffany feels that she gets the permission to live in her ivory tower, a world that only permits painting and herself. In her dreams, she forgets to put people that she cares a lot.
"Tiffany, come down. Today is the BBQ Friday night, you forget?" her father is still wearing the white shirt, doesn't afraid of getting dirty by the sauce and smoke.
Because Tiffany and her sister loves the feeling of the family getting together to cook a meal, their parents plan a Friday every month to be the BBQ night.
"Tiffany, hurry, the first star has already comes up." The romantic mother invites the daughter to together enjoy the rising of the first star. She knows that her dear daughter has homework about this star recently.
Tiffany couldn't stop her dropping tears. Thanks to the second floor, the parents couldn't sees her expression clearly.
"Mom...Dad...You have done TOO much for me." she gaze again at the high sky and takes a deep breath. Magically she stops her tears. "I'm coming." Tiffany rushes down stairs.
That night she holds up again the brush that was bought by her father and choosed by her mother as the first present for her to enter the art school. Every rotate of the brush to spiral pigments makes her feel the fortune on her. Now she can see that every color she blends out shines that grace she receives from others. Even if she blends colors to be the black, she sees the brilliance of Obsidian.
The next day Tiffany sees William in the painting room. She sneaks to his back to peek at what he draw. It is a picture of William and the cat which found by William and her in the park last year. The cat is now a member of William's family. The setting is the William's room. He is dressing in a white shirt with a little pigment's stain on the sleeve, and leaning on the windowsill beside the cat sitting on the windowsill gazing at the blue sky. The cat's brown pupil reflects a pure sky blue, while he is smilingly looking the cat and the sky at the same time. Besides the window, every miscellaneous thing on the desk all has their own story within him and his family or his friends. The sun shine spread form the window tenderly shines the stuffs with the warmth of memories.
"Wow...it's so beautiful, William. Can I take a picture of it?" Tiffany unconsciously take out the camera in her bag, ready to push the shutter.
William is shocked by her appearance but somehow he couldn't say 'no' to that eager eyes of Tiffany.
"William, thank you."
"You know for what."
On the corner of the room, Tiffany's picture is standing on the easel. In the picture, her parents are holding hands and standing on the green hill behind their home. Her father wears a light blue shirt, and her mother wears a Turquoise-like-blue apron. Her sister is riding the unicorn with a pair of clear ocean-like-blue on the evening sky. Her friends are all chatting and painting with her before the setting sun. Everyone wears the special blue that Tiffany blend out. There's not yet a fortune star shows up in the sky. Yet, for Tiffany, everyone in the picture means her fortune.