"The day my father took me to see E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial at the movies, I realized that maybe I wasn't in a fusing dream, and perhaps I was in a life sent to me with a system of suns."

  Monologue:

  My name is Billy Carson. I've just turned six years old. I was born on June 10, 1976. At first, I thought it was all a fusing dream, vague memories pying triy mind. But I was born iate of California, San Francisco. I could only wake up from a deep sleep when I watched Steven Spielberg's movie, E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial. From the beginning to the end of the movie, I couldn't even touch my pop or sip my soda. I just thought about the misfortune of being reborn without even realizing I was in a new life.

  ...

  -Little Billy, did you like the movie? - asked Thomas, his father as the credits rolled after a magnifit ending. What a differeween '80s ema and modern 2000s ema.

  -Yes, Daddy, - Billy whispered. He wondered if his father would be nervous. He had been ag silent and withdrawn for almost six years. Not that he bmed him, it was just his emotional state, all muddled in this thing called reination. Now he uood the art system. When he first read the system's specifications, he had skipped over the part about getting involved in a new being. Along with age, it had made it very hard to uand.

  -Daddy, do you think I meet the extraterrestrial E.T.? - Billy questioned and affirmed. He wao propose being an actor, but his child's brain couldn't handle suplex matters. The result was a question appropriate for his age.

  -Oh, son, didn't you see that he left in his spaceship at the end? Maybe in a few years, he'll visit Earth to greet his friends, - Thomas said.

  -What if I buy you a shirt from the clothing store? I saw some models for little kids, Billy, - the father replied again.

  -Father, but if it's Elliot, E.T.'s friend, he won't e for me, - Billy responded as they exited the movie theater and walked through the mall. In the m, they had burgers at Burger King, ahey indulged in strawberry yogurt ice cream with chocote cookies. Iernoon, they ehe movie by watg E.T.

  -Well, we sort that out ter. There are still many years before E.T. returns, -- mused Thomas. --Perhaps, if we send a letter to Elliot, we could get to know him, and he introduce us to his space friend. -

  -Okay, whe home, we'll sit down and write a letter, - Thomas suggested.

  -Daddy, you buy me drawing books? - Billy asked, sidering the new skills granted by the art system.

  -Of course, I , but this will be your st gift, -he replied.

  He ended up buying a bnk sketchbook along with all kinds of pencils and colors. In his previous life, his development as an artist oor. He tried to draw all sorts of things, from id paintings to murals, pictures, and anything else imaginable, but he didn't improve.

  In the pulsory learning process, the previous skills were there, but they needed practid sistency. He started by reprogramming the series from previous years, all the series created and known throughout the years. Starting with tours and edges, he practiced portraits and began drawing his father, acquaintances, and passersby he g. Fog on the ive spaces, which are mainly the spaces that surround the main subjects, or theoretically, aligning a main image with sedary objects.

  He began developing the series of Kenichi Shirahama, "The Stro Disciple," a manga he quite liked, published in August 2002. In this development, the ultimate idea was to struct the art cepts and sketches he remembered, as well as other inal models and innovations.

  Iivities he started, he has not yet fulfilled the self-imposed wishes of the system. On his thirteenth birthday, he will be allowed to join an ag academy.

  -Dad, look at my new drawing, - Billy said. The development of Kenichi was quid polished, but pleting it was not as easy. Fixing a detail and restrug vague memories was not a straightforward task because weaving a fotten plot is not a matter of memory.

  -Is this your new drawing? - Thomas asked.

  -Yes, Father, it's my new design. It's a character who practices martial arts, - the boy said.

  -You've bee fond of martial arts since you started going to the library, - Thomas noted.

  -Dragon Ball, - Billy said.

  -It's a new series, Japahey call it manga. The creator is amazing, - Billy annouhe Dragon Ball manga is one of the few visible in the library, along with a few others like Captain Tsubasa. At this time, the drawings are not a great marvel, and there is a lot of teical evolution needed.

  -I didn't know. -

  -I know, Father. -

  -I've been thinking about joining the drama club, Dad. I'd like to appear in those movies we often go to see. There's a new movie out, 'Top Gun,' - Billy said.

  "Okay," Thomas said.

  "This Thursday after school," Billy replied.

  "What's the drama club all about?" Thomas asked.

  -They meet on Mondays and Thursdays after school, --Billy repeated, -- and the music teacher is in charge of putting on a py that's prese the end of the school year. He also gives us some quick ag lessons, - Billy smiled. Inside, he feared stage fright, something he had experienced in his previous life.

  -Very well, -Thomas residered. - I have a meeting with a t at two iernoon. I'll pick you up at four after you finish your tasks with Mrs. Sherman, - he said.

  -Dad, Mrs. Sherman is a tyrant. Her social studies csses are impossible. -

  [Reinated Wish:

  Enroll in an ag academy.To discover your repressed desire, you must fulfill the first one.

  ...]And the wish only remind him of his past life and the fear he had when he left high school: stage fright.

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