Saige Paints the Sky Page #2

think it's unfair,

maybe you should

try to do something about it.

Like what? There's nothing I can do.

I'm just a kid.

Rembrandt! Rembrandt!

Mom and Dad must be here.

Mom, it's good.

Hot sauce is fantastic.

Not too spicy? I like it.

I think I got carried

away with the red chili.

Hey. You still thinking

about your art classes?

Yeah. I just don't get why art

should be less important

than anything else.

That's what you're gonna say when

you fight to get the program back.

Who said

anything about fighting?

Saige, artists never give up,

especially when

their ability to express

themselves is at risk.

Artists never go down without a

fight or at least a protest.

Do you really think

a protest would work?

Why not? At least you can try.

Sometimes the causes

most worth fighting for

are the ones you're

not sure you can win.

Do you remember that time that old

adobe building was gonna be destroyed,

and they were going to replace

it with a little mini mall?

But then you

convinced half the city

to show up with

signs to save it.

And then Mom rides Picasso

through the crowd,

just chanting

through a bullhorn.

I think you made

national news with that one.

Guilty as charged.

But it worked.

And it could work for you, too.

All artists have a voice,

and you have one, too.

Clearly you

haven't heard me sing.

I'm not talking

about that kind of voice.

Now, an artist's voice

speaks through her work.

And you won't be alone either.

There are a lot of kids

who like art.

And music.

This could

be a great way for you

to reconnect with Tessa.

I never thought

about it like that.

Hmm.

I'll talk to you later!

There's no need for fear.

'Cause I know

I'll never be lonely.

When you're here,

my gray skies turn blue.

You understand me

I smile when you're around.

The sun's so much brighter,

it's true.

Always forever.

Whatever the weather.

We stick together like glue.

Forever and always.

Good times and bad days

I always know what to do.

'Cause I've got

a friend just like you.

'Cause I've got

a friend just like you.

'Cause I've got

a friend just like you.

'Cause I've got

a friend just like you.

Hey!

You sound really good.

Thanks. It's a song Dylan wrote at camp.

Isn't that cool?

Yeah. Super cool.

So, Mimi had this idea

I wanted to talk to you about.

You know, how we're not

having art this year?

Yeah, then no music next year.

I know.

But I was talking to Mimi,

and I think we should

do something about it.

Start a school-wide protest.

And we can get a bunch

of other kids involved.

And then next year,

you can have music again.

A protest, huh?

Like the Boston Tea Party?

Something like that. I haven't

figured out all the details yet.

I think that sounds...

Awesome!

Great!

Hey, listen, I'm going

to Mimi's after school

if you want to come hang

out with me while I paint.

Totally!

I feel like we haven't

done that in forever.

I'm supposed to go to Dylan's.

Oh.

Well, maybe tomorrow.

You know, it's all good. I can

just meet up with her later.

- I'll ride the bus with you after school?

- Perfect!

Oh, and then I can show you the

sketches for my balloon design.

You're still gonna fly with

us at the Fiesta, right?

Uh, hello? In the gazillion

years we've been friends,

have I ever missed flying in the

balloon with you and your dad?

I can't wait!

Oh. See you later.

Bye.

Should we go through

the harmonies again?

Sure. From the top?

Hey, Saige.

Oh, hey.

I wanted to see if you can

come over after school.

I downloaded this

Japanese anime movie.

The drawings are so cool.

Uh, today?

Yeah. Sorry, Gabi. I'm busy.

Maybe we can hang

out later in the week.

Oh. Okay.

See you in class.

'Cause I've got

a friend just like you.

Sometimes I wish I was a star.

Blinking brightly from afar.

Looking down on everything.

Thinking of the light I bring.

Sometimes I dream I was a fish.

Swimming everywhere I wish.

Moving smoothly

through the world.

But I'm always

glad to be a girl

I look up to the stars at night

I know that

everything's all right

I can be anything I want.

When I grow up,

I'll chase my dream

I'll change them to realities.

Who knows

the things I could achieve.

If I can just

always believe in me.

Ta-da.

Keeping the faith

Think of the things you'll see.

If I can just, if I can just.

Always believe in me.

Always believe in me.

So then, Tessa

started playing her guitar,

and it was just like it was

before she went to music camp.

I feel like I have

my best friend back.

I am so happy for you, hon.

Oh, quiet, Rembrandt.

That dog's gonna eat me

out of house and home.

I've gotta get

him a dog biscuit.

Keep talking. I can hear you.

Oh, quiet.

So then Tessa and

I started painting

and laughing,

and singing and...

Mimi?

Mimi?

Mimi! Mimi!

Mimi!

Mimi! Mimi!

My leg.

Luis! Luis!

What's going on?

It's Mimi! She fell!

She tripped over Rembrandt.

He was so excited

to get his treat.

She's going to be okay, Saige.

She's a very strong woman.

But I feel like

I could have helped her.

It's not your fault, okay?

Trust me?

Okay.

Mimi!

Saige. Saige!

Mimi! No!

No!

Hi.

Dad said I could come in for

five minutes and see you.

They said you had to

have an operation.

They sure don't try to make

this place very cheery.

Hmm.

I'd wave hello, but I broke

my wrist and my leg.

I was really scared, Mimi.

I know. Me, too.

Now, on to something

bigger and better.

How's the planning

for the protest getting on?

I don't want to think about art

or some dumb protest right now.

Don't say that.

Your art classes are too

important to stop fighting for.

Remember?

Artists never give up.

Do it for me.

Promise?

Promise me.

Good. Oh, good.

Now, I think I need to get

a little rest right now.

Okay. Bye.

Hi.

Hi.

I got your message

last night about Mimi.

I'm really sorry.

Thanks. But I'm sure

she's gonna be okay.

And she really wants

me to do this protest.

Well, then let's do it.

I hope you don't mind that I

invited Dylan to help us plan.

Uh, no, of course not.

Gabi's gonna help out, too.

The more, the merrier, right?

So, I came up with an idea when

I was visiting Mimi last night.

Her hospital room

was so boring and drab.

Everything was beige,

and all I could think was,

"How could anyone possibly

feel better in this room?"

And then I thought,

this is what

the world would

be like without art in it.

Boring and totally colorless.

So the idea for the protest is,

"A Day of Beige,"

the world without art.

That's a great idea!

It's totally genius!

Thanks. And I'm thinking

we can do it next Monday.

And have all

the students who want

to protest wear

only beige, no colors.

Well, I look terrible in beige.

Can't we do "A Day of

Pink" or something?

I mean, that was kind of

the whole point, but...

Wait!

I have an even better totally genius idea.

You do?

Listen.

A protest is great and all,

but who cares

if no one knows about it?

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