I've just finished the third movement of my Mnemonic Reverb series...I had no idea it was going to go this far. I had every intention of letting the characters fade to obscurity after the second one, but the main character had something else, like, he still had a story to tell. I can say with 100% accuracy there is going to be a fourth movement...after that, who can say.
Anyway. Disclaimer time.
In case you didn't know/realize/whatever, the Mnemonic Reverb series started out based on my life. In fact, it was almost verbatim. However, as the stories progressed, the main character (who, if you're just tuning in, i have yet to reveal the name of) grew and evolved until he was himself, not a fictional version of me. The third movement is the farthest from reality thus far... for example, i was cut from the waltz program because mother, in her infinite wisdom, scheduled four out-of-state weekend trips in a row. missed too many rehearsals. got bumped. something else to note: I did not throw a fit like the one in the story. Plus, there is no music box. If there was, i wouldn't have broken it, no matter how out of control i was.
the last paragraph rings true. I have found beauty again, and it does frighten me.