"The only way to do great work is to love what you do." - Steve Jobs. But what happens when what you're supposed to do clashes with what sets your soul on fire?
Aaron, a 20-year-old whirlwind of ambition, strode through the college halls like a CEO surveying his domain. His hazel eyes, usually sharp and assessing, reflected the fluorescent lights, each step fueled by a singular purpose: to inherit and revolutionize his family's company. A confident smile played on his lips as he ran a hand through his curly brown hair. He was a monument of expectation, sculpted by a legacy he was determined to uphold. An eyebrow piercing, a small act of defiance; the only evidence of the complexity simmering beneath his polished exterior. Every lecture, every market analysis, was a calculated step towards solidifying his preordained future.
Liam, a wisp of a figure at 18, moved with a quiet grace that belied the turmoil within. Jet-black hair framed icy blue eyes that seemed to hold a universe of unspoken desires. He was openly gay, fiercely self-accepting, yet burdened by the heavy cloak of his father's expectations: a business degree, a "stable" career – a life meticulously mapped out for him. But the melodies churning within him drowned out the drone of accounting lectures. His heart beat to a rhythm only he could hear. He longed to sing, to unleash the music that pulsed through his veins, a passion that felt as natural as breathing. It was a dream he had buried, yet it refused to stay silent, resurfacing in fleeting performances and whispered melodies in the solitude of his room. His button nose would scrunch up as he tried to come up with new ways his music could be heard.
Aaron built upon a foundation of calculated ambition. Liam yearned to tear down the walls of expectation. They were two magnets facing opposite poles, destined for different worlds.