Violist meets kalma. Kalma is not impressed by parallels drawn by pianist. Chaos ensues?

TEXT: “You mean to say that this guy, who you can’t even remember how to draw, looks like me?” “Yes. Frighteningly so. And his name’s Michael, not ‘this guy’.” “Ye’re crazy.” “You are crazy.” “(gravely) Thank you.” “Seriously, now, if you cut your hair and got amber contacts and somebody changed their height by two feet, you’d look like brothers.”

Well, then, this is an odd picture… this was before my violist friend got his hair cut, when it was still long and fluffy and pretty. For whatever reason, I thought he looked a little bit like Flairé, so I tried to draw it. I think the picture came out decently well, except MG doesn’t look like MG and I’m missing my glasses again. My self-image still doesn’t actually have glasses, if you can believe that… I’ve been wearing them since I was 13 or 14 and they still don’t register. Probably because I think I look at least a little bit nicer without them. Flairé’s arms are too short, and my head is too big. But bits of this picture don’t look too bad for an imagined scene of (mostly) real people. And I like Flairé’s hair, of course. The picture-altering program messed it up at the last minute, of course. : P