Noise

In a society where everything is powered by music, each child is specialized to an instrument at age sixteen, keeping the balance of carefully ochestrated soundwaves even.

Young Orrin 64 has not been specialized. He has yet to find an instrument that calls to him, one he feels connected with. With only one other occurence in history of Orrin's situation, he fears he might meet the same mysterious fate of this stranger from the past. So he runs.

It's very 2112 in basic plot, though kind of backwards.
Any suggestions for a better title?

*NOTE*
This story is nowhere near done. These chapters are constantly being edited and re-edited. Some chapters have plans for future editing. Suggestions or constructive criticism are welcome.

And please. DO NOT STEAL MY WRITING.