I M Not That Kind Of Talent Romane & Geschichten

He will come again. I didn't know what to do, should I be happy because my other personality came out and now I can get a proper treatment or should I be sad because my other personality has found himself a mate. And I don't know anything about her. I need to go to the bank to get the money my dad sent me. I am working as a freelancer but I am also getting money from my dad because of my expenses and treatment.

"How did you do this?" "It's called talent, Princess. Have you heard of it?" My bitterness was hidden in my calm tone. "If any of you know me at least a little bit, you would know I'm very talented when it comes to art skills. And I'm self-taught, once no one bothered to teach me!"

After that, he then came to me and pecked my cheek, putting his arm around me. “Hey Ted.” Brett sighed. “How did it go today?” Brett asked, looking at me. “Same. I do not know what dad sees in some of those people. They have no talent.” Ted shook his head in disgust. “They are not all bad. Most of them have talent. You just have to see it.” Brett pointed out. “I know talent when I see them and I see none there.” Ted spat, getting angry. 'Great', I thought, at Ted getting angry.

Miss Taylor's thoughts were deeply hidden. "It's not like that. I genuinely appreciate you," Tricia coughed twice and continued, "Spicy, I know you might feel that The Talent Society's system is unfair, but is it worth giving up like this? All the good resources are in The Talent Society. With your abilities, joining The Talent Society will offer you better opportunities for development. Otherwise, no matter how capable you are, you won't be able to make a bigger name for yourself outside, and that's an unchangeable reality."

“I like having it to work on, like a project that’ll never end. So many things end, but it’s nice that doesn’t have to.” “I think I understand that.” “Do you work on anything? Write, dance, sing?” “No,” I said, shaking my head. “No special talents.” “Come on, that’s not true.” “I can juggle.” “That’s a talent.” “Not well.” She laughed and stretched her legs. “We’ll have to find you something to do while you’re here then. Have you ever painted before?” I shook my head. “I can’t even make a stick figure.”

"How do you know it's a word?" Dr. Frankler relaxed back into her chair. "I want to be honest with you, Tru. Can I trust you?" "Me?" I asked in surprise, before nodding. "What do you know?" "I know quite a lot actually. Sometimes, too much." The corners of her eyes crinkled with humor again, but I sensed a hint of bitterness in her words. "I know that some people have unique talents, unusual talents, talents that are often hidden because most people aren't ready to know about them."

I gripped the edge of my chair, fighting the heat rising to my face. “You’ll be fine,” another contestant, softer in tone, said from the corner. She was strapping on her dancing shoes. “Just… believe in what you’re doing. People feel that.” I nodded, though my stomach felt like it was twisting. I stared at my reflection, my hands pressed together so tightly they almost hurt. I don’t have a perfect talent like the others… The thought hit me again, heavy and sharp. Just a few hours of watching YouTube videos and practicing with a paintbrush, and now I’m supposed to stand on stage and call this talent?

ANDREA I packed my hair up for the hundredth time, only to bring it back down. The whole thing with being a Luna was becoming more difficult than I had thought. How was I going to make people see that I wasn’t a good for nothing, but I was quite talented in my own right? 'What is your talent?' Kezav asked calmly. I groaned as I threw my head back. 'Don’t try to mock me now, wolf,' I grumbled.

He says. “You’re really talented.” I tell him. He crinkles his nose, “Nah, it was just pure luck.” I shake my head sideways disagreeing, “That was not pure luck. That was talent. Pure talent. Your grandma would be so proud of you. You should be a singer, just like Jackson Scott. Actually you remind me of him in his younger days, my mom has tons of his CDs and she even went to his concerts. Ohmigod, if you’re going to be famous, you can have sold out world tour concerts and—”

It’s quite the leap. There was something in his tone, a faint note of disbelief, that prickled at me. It was the subtle implication that a girl with my background had no business in that corner office. He must have sensed my silent frost because he hastened to add, ‘No, I just mean, it’s brilliant! It shows that you don’t always have to stick to your degree subject, you know? That real talent will out. It gives the rest of us who picked, well, let’s be honest, fairly useless degrees, a bit of hope.’