He had the music genome as ordered, but his lead soprano mother and his violinist father were frustrated by the path that it took. Even though they brought him the best vocal instructors, sent him to all the music camps he had time for, and frequently took field trips to music stores, he remained obstinately uninterested in the sound of music, making or even listening (as a last desperate hope, they'd taken him to a music critic to see if perhaps the boy found that interesting). Instead, he listened to silence. He played with pots, banging them together with no particular rhythm, in order to create a blessed silence when he stopped. It was--unnerving.

Inspiration: Pandora's "music genome" project loading.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: But this voice is all wrong for it. This could work well as a serious hard sci-fi story about sound and silences and maybe communicating with aliens, maybe something else--philosophical? population-density-related? (careful not to be preachy there)