Staring at the blank canvas, she stands with paints around her. It was a beautiful sunset right outside her window. But today nothing could inspire her to pick up the brushes. Lying on the table with the palette was a form that would admit her to medical school. But did she want that? Her father wanted to see her in a white coat but she saw herself with a white canvas. Was she giving in? No. She picked it up with strength now, to make a bold painting. A trigger pulled, a loud sound followed and the canvas was painted !