Ziggy stood at the center of the gallery, arms crossed, surveying the space with a critical eye. The walls were lined with his photographs, each one carefully curated and perfectly lit. The air was electric, a mix of final preparations and quiet anticipation. Tonight was the night, the rehearsal for his long-awaited exhibition.
The room fell silent as Ziggy grabbed the edge of the black velvet curtain covering the central photograph. His team — Mia, Theo, and a few other crew members — watched with bated breath, their curiosity at its peak.
Mia narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms. "Alright, spill. Who's under the mystery curtain? And don't give me some artsy answer like 'the essence of inspiration.'"
Ziggy's grin widened. "Why don't you see for yourselves?"
"And now," Ziggy began with an exaggerated flourish, "the pièce de résistance." With one smooth motion, he pulled the curtain back, revealing the centerpiece of his exhibition.
