Beyond Music

Malcolm Richards

The deal was struck, David made the arrangements, and I was on my way to becoming a renowned pianist! I eagerly waited for my first class.

Today is the day, I get to meet my new teacher in person. Mr. Malcolm Richards himself.

I knew of Malcom, but we had never really engaged in conversation. I'd seen him from time to time at various shows that we were both gigged on.

From what I heard at the shows, Malcolm was a pretty dope piano player, and I was eager to learn from him. He was just what the doctor ordered; someone with some major skills and his genre diversity was amazing; the dude could play anything.

Malcolm was more than a mere musician; he was a force to be reckoned with musically. Not only did his music captivate audiences, but his charm and business savvy made him a top real estate agent in the area, raking in millions by selling lavish homes to the elite.

From celebrities to Egyptian princes and African kings, Malcolm had them all vying for his services. And let's not forget the many well-known music artists who sought his expertise.

According to David as time went on, Malcolm's priorities shifted. He had reached the pinnacle of success in the real estate world, but deep down, his heart longed for the stage. So, he made a bold decision to slow down and return to his first love: music.

Now, instead of juggling multiple clients, Malcolm only took on the occasional real estate deal, focusing most of his energy and passion on his music. And let me tell you, his performances were nothing short of electrifying. It was an awesome experience every time I saw him in concert.

The crowd couldn't help but be swept away by his soulful voice and mesmerizing stage presence. But what made Malcolm truly intriguing was his raw nature. On one hand, he was a shrewd businessman, making deals left and right. But on the other hand, he was a sensitive artist, pouring his heart and soul into every song.

In the past when I watched him perform, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. I was in awe of his talent, but also a tinge of envy for his success. And yet, there was a sense of admiration for his courage to follow his dreams.

Malcolm's story was like a symphony, full of highs and lows, triumphs, and defeats, but David assured me he was someone I could depend on to follow through and to give him a chance, not to flake this time around.

I listened to Malcolm's music trying to get a personal feel on who he really was. After talking with David, I couldn't help but be drawn in by his rich and captivating description of Malcolm, telling the tale of a man who refused to be defined by just one passion.

I am nervous as hell. Why? Because it's Malcolm Richards! The man is a millionaire who has for some reason taken time from his obviously busy schedule to help me find my own musical passion. Part of me wants to leave right now before Malcolm shows up, but I can't. I promised David that I was serious, so I must go through with it this time.

I was a few minutes early, so I reclined my seat back, closed my eyes, and began to calm my nerves.

Tap, tap, tap, there was a knock on my window. Apparently, I'd dosed off asleep and there stood David with a look of utter confusion on his face.

"Camille, what the hell are you doing out here? David asked with a hint of frustration in his voice. Malcolm has been calling me for almost an hour telling me that you didn't show up."

Wiping my face and eyes, I attempted to gather my thoughts, "Damn David, I am so sorry. Shit, is he still here?"

"Yeah, he's inside. David stated sarcastically. I just happened to notice your car when I pulled up and came straight over to check on you. Do you still want to do this?! If you do, get yourself together and meet me inside. I'll introduce you guys." David asked as he shrugged his shoulders.