The Masterpiece

He thought it was going to make him famous. Baz was looking at his latest work, nine monitors displaying his Cathode Narcissus, the most beautiful man he had ever seen, the most shameless one he had ever met. His heart was pounding. He was thinking of the actor in the installation, his head was visualizing the nine Dorians in different art galleries (and the real one in his bed). That was going to be a proper beginning of his career. The art galleries, he meant.
But it never got there. It stayed private.
As private as Dorian could be, anyway.