El amanecer de un hola

Previously

…He read on, his heart pounding. Professor Anya Sharma, it turned out, was indeed tired of polished perfection. She was looking for authenticity. She was looking for a voice that could make her laugh. And Arthur Penhaligon, the perpetually awkward, the prone-to-embarrassment, the accidental meme-sender, had delivered. He had been accepted. The Muse of Mishaps, he suspected, gave a little twirl of delight. The Inner Critic, bless its heart, had finally fallen silent. Arthur Penhaligon, the master of the self-deprecating joke, had just begun his journey.