"What is art? Is it the collective agreance of beauty or is it more than that? Is art something more than just strong emotional feeling of being moved by an orchestra preforming an original composition, more than colors mixed together on a palate and put to canvas, or is art more abstract in the way that it makes us think.

For there are multiple mediums of art from the classic forms of the old masters breaking theory set by those before them breaking their bodies and at times their sanity to create something truly timeless in stone or on canvas?

Or the humble musician in the town square pouring their soul into every note, the off time in playing or out of pitch way of singing that gives their song a unique sense of self?

For what is art, art cannot be measured with any type of monetary value to be collected like some cheap trinket in a case ever growing in value, nay art is whatever the person or collective of people perceives it to be; be that beauty or repulsive, simple or complex, abstract or contemporary.

Art is what you make it to be friends that is in my opinion what makes art beautiful and magical."

I finish up my speech, setting the paper down on the makeshift podium at the front of the room, looking out at the sea of faces. Some students asleep not really caring about the class or what was being said while a few in the front rows were hanging on every word.

"Very well presented Mr. Pierce, now class." Mr. Calloway announced as he clapped his hands together to get the attention of the students.

"That was a difficult topic to broach especially so since art, whether that be the classical forms, or modern forms of the topic ranging from painting to music; is all subjective."

"Mr. Calloway?" A student asked from the front row.

"Yes Sunset?" He replied.

"The premise of his speech wasn't on art at all, more about the subjectivity on what makes art beautiful to..." She started but trailed off not knowing my name.

"Alec, or Alex if you'd like." I reply quickly to Sunset.

"Isn't Alec’s speech about the subjectivity of art as a whole rather than what art is?" Sunset picks up where she left off.

Mr. Calloway rubs his goatee in thought at the questioning statement.

"Well Sunset, that is what art truly is. It's all subjective and bias from person to person say you hear a song on the radio that you absolutely love, say something from Songbird, amazing musician with an incredible voice, consistent lyrics that convey a story or feelings in the most primal and vulnerable way possible, pouring out her soul for people to critique and make their own conclusions about." I reply before Mr. Calloway has a chance to get a word in.

"I understand that art is subjective like most things in life are like food or down to the way people act singularly or with a group." Sunset remarks.

"I feel you misunderstood the point of my speech but it was one of the sub topics that ties in well with the main topic, it was never about art but more importantly about the subjectivity of life itself." I reply, "art is one of the easier more broachable topics on subjectivity in every day life because people have very different ideas about it and a wide understanding of it, beit from the art student learning to shade a sketch to the seasoned painter creating in his eyes his magnum opus."

"You've lost me." Sunset says in a questioning tone.

"Mr. Calloway may I use the board for a little demonstration?" I say.

"Of course, be my guest." He absentmindedly says while listening to the small debate between his students.

"I see you brought your guitar Sunset, if I may?" I ask her while writing out a simple chord progression on the board.

"Be my guest, if you can play." Sunset replies with a small playful tone in her voice.

"Thank you, so you know music theory or basic chord theory at least?" I ask her as I finish writing out what I would be demonstrating.

"I do to an extent, what does this have to do with the topic at hand?" Sunset quips.

"Getting to it, so this is just a simple chord progression in the key of C, an easy key to work in because it doest have any sharps or flats, so if I take a chord progression of C D Am Em and F. How would you play that Sunset?" I ask her, "4/4 time at 98bpm."

Sunset plays the chords I wrote out on the board. A simple strumming pattern not too flashy or complicated, just rhythm strumming.

Mr. Calloway bobs his head up and down to the beat of the strumming, "I see where you're taking this Mr. Pierce, very cleverly done," he says under his breath.

"Very nice Sunset, well played if I had to guess you've been playing for a few years, mainly rhythm." I say to her, "now you have your own style of plying, much like how you talk and your everyday mannerisms, so everyone you've heard Sunset's playing. A unique sound and tone much like how she talks, walks, or even displays her body language."

I motion for her guitar to play, "since the example for today is about subjectivity and the diversity of art or every day life. Here's another way to play that chord progression slightly different but still the same chords at the same tempo and time signature." I say aloud to the class while adjusting the strap and get comfortable as possible.

Mr. Calloway looks on in surprise when the whole class's attention was focused on the demonstration being given. Impressed by the level of creativity being displayed and very articulate direction he stands up from his seated position and waks to the front after I am done playing.

"As you can hear between the two playing styles that Sunset and my playing are completely different in tone, strumming patterns, rhythm, and chord voicing. I know that I strayed from the tempo a little bit but still within the tempo range that was set. Collectively I ask all of you to think about this going forward, not only on being subjective but opening your minds to other ways of thinking, other points of view, nothing is black and white like most people think for there are varying shades of gray in everything not just art or music but opinions and beliefs. With that being said give Sunset a roun from her beautiful playing," I say as I hand her the guitar back as I lean in to whisper in Sunset's ear, "I hope we get the chance to play together outside of a demonstration, your playing is very complimenting to mine if I'm being honest."

"Well class I hope you've learned a little bit on the speech Mr. Pierce gave today. Thats all the time we have for class, as a side note if you want extra credit write about what you've learned from this and I hope you all are a little more open minded going forward." Mr. Calloway said as students started packing up there things up for the end of the day.

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"What a jackass, that pretentious uppity motherfucker," Sunset said as she was warming up before band practice.

"Sunset darling what has brought this on and at whom are you projecting this towards?" Rarity asked concerned.

"It's nothing Rarity, it's just this new kid that passed me off and humiliated me infront of the whole class earlier, I already don't like him but he does have a way with words and he's very smart not only with how he talks but with music too, he's on the same level as Twilight if not above her level," Sunset fumed as she strummed a chord progression.

"Where'd you learn that from?" Rarity asked pointing to Sunset's playing.

Sunset blushed as she stopped playing, "I just learned it from someone in class."

"Was it from that new kid you're passed off at?" Rarity asked a small yet playful smile graced her lips, "if he's so awful then why are you blushing?"

"Uggghh I am not, I don't have time for this today I'm out of here." Sunset fumed as she took off her guitar and put it back in the case.

Picking up her things she stormed out of the music room and down the hall.

Author's Note

Decided to change the MC’s name but other than that nothing else will really change