Muse Scent: Urban Fantasy

Fame and good ideas and success travel together, grouped by particles that most people can't see, and even fewer figure out how to take advantage of. That's me. I guess you could call me a muse, but don't get any weird ideas about sleeping with me or keeping me locked in the attic. That is *so* not on. You think I don't see the other currents, that I couldn't point you in directions that would end up with you dying hunched over a toilet like Elvis? Yeah, I still think his muse shouldn't have done that, but he must have done something to really piss her off. I don't know details. It's not like there's a muse guild or anything--though maybe there should be! But no, the guy I muse for is more like a brother to me. Known him since Kindergarten, when he was the one who would always stand up to the bullies (and get knocked down for it), known him since he picked up his first instrument. That's right, I said first. That's his part of the deal. He has to listen to me, and he has to practice and work like anything or I won't help him out. I don't mean to sound like his nursemaid. It's not like that either. He's got more drive than a highway at rush hour. Or something. Like I said, I'm not the one creating here. But that's part of why I think we can go far. He does all the things that you're supposed to do in order to become really, really great. I'm just...marketing. And connections. And luck.


Inspiration: http://www.flickr.com/photos/d-annie/10690522175/
Story potential: High.
Notes: And then she has to step out of her comfort zone. Plus--magic! The music part of this would be a challenge for me, though.