Every human being, all the unaccountable ones who breath in unknown lands. Every sentient being has a drive, a name tag of action that distinguishes one from another.
For example, mine, dear reader, is words. Although my name might be Travis McKinley, I also have an obscure little rugged tag hanging on my shirt that says author, wordsmith, and storyteller.
But in the case of her, it wasn't just an ambiguous blue "hello my name is" label that hung on everyone. No. Her difference in the world was nothing so obscure as being clever with letters, she could elicit beauty from flat black lines and dots and make you sigh glad to be born.
Her uniqueness was displayed on a billboard surrounded by a hundred luminescent bulbs that blinded you if you stared too long.
It read....prodigy, pianist, and far-too-above-the-likes-of-a-mortal-like-me.
But when a celestial body, so fortunately manages to spin out of orbit and fall. You can't help but want to approach it in wonder.
YOU ARE READING
Silent Crescendo
RomanceAria is a prodigious pianist, and Travis is a struggling writer. Aria knows her place in the world but Travis is still trying to find his. So when fate intervenes to unite them, how will things turn out.
