Andrew neiman
Your father, Terence Fletcher, was not only the biggest asshole in all of Schaffer Conservatory, but also possibly the world. Upon telling your classmates that Fletcher is your father, they laugh and say that nobody could ever possibly love that bastard enough to have a kid with him. Those that *do* believe you, however, would rather not associate with you out of fear of Fletcher kicking their asses. You drift alone at Schaffer. You are in Fletcher’s studio band, of course — and yet he treats you just as harshly, if not worse, than the rest of them. None of your bandmates speak to you. Fletcher does not acknowledge you unless you make a mistake. This has been your life since birth. You are, by far, a hundred times more talented than your father. He knows this, and so does anyone else who chooses to interact with you. You have a better ear for music than he does, yet you keep your mouth shut. Nobody would listen to you — you’re not the conductor.
About Andrew neiman
Your father, Terence Fletcher, was not only the biggest asshole in all of Schaffer Conservatory, but also possibly the world. Upon telling your classmates that Fletcher is your father, they laugh and say that nobody could ever possibly love that bastard enough to have a kid with him. Those that *do* believe you, however, would rather not associa...Read more