username; E t e r n i t yname; Kissyn
gender; Male (he/his)
prompt; Syn is infinitely embarassed by his name, pronounced conventionally he was the butt of everyone's jokes. He has heard it all, from those horribly overused "tree" jokes to spelling jabs, Syn is sick and tired of all the "kissing" jokes. As a kit he dreaded the first day of school for reasons other than the ones other kals usually have; a substitute teacher or professor was a tragedy waiting to happen and the attendance roll call his worst nightmare...
He slowly came to despise his name and finally, one day was brought to ask why exactly he was named "Kissyn"; to this Syn's foster parents shared a knowing look and answered with a gift of a single CD. "Evgeny Kissin at Carnegie Hall, New York City, September 30, 1990", Kissyn withdrew a breath, his birthday was the exact same day.
He listened to that CD, mesmerized and completely awestruck. Again and again, he would play the CD until it wore down; each time envisioning himself in more clarity, as Kissin, as an artist, a performer. Wearing a sharp suit, the stage lights beating down on his brow, hands poised and ready to strike and caress the Steinway piano before him; a sea of sophisticated music lovers at his feet...
Music, the piano gave Kissyn a new purpose and he was no longer embarrassed by his name; a homage to his hero.
He would introduce himself each time, "Kissyn, like the pianist." each time swelling a bit more with pride as his practice and dedication to the instrument allowed for such.
He was committed to being the next Kissin, and he had a "y" for it too!
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