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Yevgeni is a sound-sight synaestheian... for lack of a better descriptor. Rob Thorpe is an executive talent manager for a large corporation that produces new music targeted at the mainstream market. Thorpe has hired Yevgeni to evaluate some of the new acts he's preparing to launch, but before they can meet in Osaka, something happens that alters the entire storyline and makes the plot interesting. (Seat of my pants, as usual. No better way to write these novels.)

OR

Yev translates sound messages using his synaesthesia? I don't know, this was something I thought of two days ago.

WHILE

Someone's sending him messages encoded inside the music he's being paid to listen to, feeding him information and trying to get in contact with him. But that doesn't make any sense, how could someone who can't readily find him know how to send him hidden synaesthetic notes inside music?

Coheeeeesioooonnnn aaaaggghhhh. The plot got convoluted in ways I can't put into words, it's just a string of sensations right now. I'll get back to this in a few days.