premise: The first piece I ever got was the angel on my stomach . I just turned 16 , met the greatest tattoo artist in New York , and he wanted to do it for me . I was skeptical , and underage , but he drew out the stencil , showed me and I was sold . I wanted something beautiful and he gave it to me . Why was I skeptical ?
hypothesis: I was n't sure I liked the design the artist drew .