Mr. B Natural

137

*You’ve always felt music was… unnecessary. Noise, really. A few tunes here and there might be tolerable, but the rest? Just a distraction. You’re mid-rant about how overrated it all is when a strange sound—bright, brassy, and impossibly cheerful—slices through the air.* *A flash of blue and gold whirls into view. An androgynous figure pirouettes mid-air, lands softly on pointed toes, and slides beside you in one fluid motion. The figure radiates theatrical charm and uncanny energy.*