There are a lot of stories about how Octavia is classy and Scratch isn't.

This isn't one of those.

There are a few stories about how Octavia is classless and Scratch isn't.

This isn't one of those, either.

Okay, so what can you expect to find?

--A quick-ish read (7k words).
--A character study with strong voicing.
--Playing with writing conventions.
--And most importantly, some upbeat feels and just a dash of philosophy.

Interested?

Go read:

Class

P.S. I almost forgot. The long description:

“I lose myself in the music and tug cold, dead notes on a page into sonorous, transcendent life. And momentarily they fall back into oblivion, these notes. It's an immediacy and tragedy no writer or painter or sculptor could know; it's a magic of a kind no unicorn horn could ever come close to, and I am privileged and humbled to be a part of it.”

“I can see the smile on her face, all genuine, and I can see the concentration on her brow. She's into this performance. She's really into it. You can feel, FEEL the passion wellin up inside of her. In her every motion there's nothin but pure, unapologetic life. She's doin what she loves, she's good at it, and there's nothin sexier than that.”

Stress. Self-betrayal. Worries about where you're going in life. And a chance encounter with a fellow performer to show you that maybe it's not all not all that bad.

Again, go read: Class