the musician

Reginald Stark leaned back in his padded leather armchair with a contented sigh. These were his favorite moments. He had just finished writing his latest column, and he knew it would be another great success. Reginald was a very respected music critic, with a circulation he no longer bothered to calculate. All he knew was that millions of people were affected by his brutally incisive reviews of up and coming musicians, and he recognized himself as the gateway to the elite. Many careers were stopped short and dismantled by no more than one page of Reginald’s type; very few made the cut. The audience could not see the delicate intricacies that define true musical worth, so Reginald decided to show them.