Portraits. Hanging in the gallery; all her own work. Self-portraits, and ones of famous people, she had finally found her passion.

Buyers, on-lookers, and art collectors alike all came to marvel at the paintings. The gallery was on Main Street in the City. Nashville had always been her home, and her dream to have her portraits on display for the Country Music Capital dwellers.

Her favorite portrait was one she had painted of her and her brother Damien. This one in particular, Leila was sitting on Damien's lap, looking up at him while their cat, Josephine was sitting at her feet. Josephine was named after their grandmother.

Damien looked back at her in the portrait with his golden-brown eyes. She, back at him with eyes of the same color. The last picture the two of them ever took together, she just had to paint it once she owned the gallery.

Closing up for the night, Leila turned off all of the lights, except for the spotlights that featured the portraits hanging in the gallery's front window. There were two self portraits, one of Garth Brooks, and then the one of her and Damien; her favorite one.