Oh wow, imagine the camera rolls into a gigantic canvas—like a living painting—so big that the whole stage is a watercolor splash. In the first frame, a sketch of a cat jumps off the canvas, and the sound of brushstrokes turns into a funky soundtrack. Then a flock of rainbow‑colored birds unfurls from inked pages, fluttering around a set built entirely of crayon sticks and glitter dust. The lights flicker like a painter’s palette, and as the scene ends, the canvas folds up to reveal the director’s chair, and I’m standing there with a paintbrush in one hand, a laptop in the other, juggling my next doodle while humming an original jingle. It’s chaotic, colorful, and—if I’m honest—just slightly too much excitement for my own good.