On the Edge of His Dream
He looked at the letter once more before entering the building.
From The Academy of Fine Arts in Vienna. It made him smile again. This could only mean one thing!
He knew his entrance exam had gone well. The two iconic and biblical scenes in the first section had been exciting to draw and the three hours in each session had flown by.
The examiners had loved his portfolio and seen potential that even he had not yet recognised in himself. He remembers them commenting on how pleased they were that he had chosen to study Art because they also saw a remarkable gift for design in his work and feared he may be tempted by the Academy’s School of Architecture.
They need not have worried.
He was an Artist. It was all he had ever wanted to be. And now, here he was.
On the edge of his dream.
Inside the building he found the door he had been told to enter. Knocking, he eased it open.
“Ah, come in, come in,” urged an excitable voice belonging to one of the two suited men seated at the table.
“Please, Mr Hitler. Come in and take a seat. It is so nice to see you once again.”
Hitler did as he was bade and sat down.
“I imagine you have guessed why we invited you here today,” said the second man.
“Well, I… one doesn’t like to assume,” blustered Mr Hitler.
“Well, of course. But on this occasion it would be a safe assumption. The panel unanimously admired your work. You have a fine eye for detail and a wonderful technique. A rare talent, in fact.”
“Thank you” said Mr Hitler.
“And, of course, we would like to offer you a place at The Academy of Fine Arts, here in Vienna. We are very excited about your prospects, Mr Hitler.”
Hitler smiled. He felt his heart was about to burst. His future was about to begin and his dreams would all come true. Art would be his life from this day forward.
“Thank you. Thank you so much. I am honoured,” gushed the artist.
“And please. Call me Adolf.”