Frank Ocean wrote a song of familiarity when it comes to Eric's story. Except he didn't die when he awoke in a dream.

Unlike the ones pushed forward via Shaylee's, or skirted around as in the case of the poets son. Eric was in true form a member of the elite. He made the cover of rags, his party life was a tale for the commoners to wish for. He had it all.

Black hair, blue eyes muscular and brute sexiness! Eric Oscar-Ball was whom every second hand boy wanted to be, and every choir girls dirty daydream!

Cocaine and alcohol poisoning is what the Doctors stated to his nanny May.
Nanny May came from the Bronx New York, hand picked by Sir Oscar-Ball himself. May Jones was in the middle of a salon spat when things got escalated and the fight went into the street. She ended up drop kicking another hairstylist to the ground and then picking her up and slamming her onto the hood of Wilhelms Porsche.

The judge, who was in Sir Wilhelm Oscar-Ball's pocket agreed to allow her to work off her debt to society or in this case the elite Oscar-Ball. Modern day slavery one could call it.

Sure Wilhelm and his cohorts looked down on her, and her where froms; but May got a good life that she ultimately chose to keep and hence she raised young Eric solely!

As Eric would play and play and play his behaviours were all signs of acting out for any acknowledgment of his father. A political genius who threw money at all problems, including his son!

For this latest escapade, Wilhelm didn't even bother to visit his son in hospital. Instead May took it upon herself to be there for her boy. Her bad bad little teenager.

"Eric, you've gone and done it this time!
Where's dad? Did he notice??
He didn't even answer the phone honey, I think he's in New York again.
Fuck!
However, he did telegraph his intentions upon hearing of your latest event.
Event? I had a party, did too much coke and well here I am.
He has sent in a request for you to head across the Island to Keoghan Knots Queen Ethel's Academy!
Wicked, I hear the Knots is lavish and right up my alley!
It's not a vacation dear. It's a private school, where you cannot leave.
What's the difference May, ain't nothing here... but you I guess."

In those words he realized the only person who cared for him was Nanny May. She too felt that tinge of love, only her boy could give.

Eric arrived a few days later at Queen E's, sporting his refreshed take on the uniform he turned the blue sweater into a vest, didn't wear a tie and cut the legs of the pant to be cut off designer shorts!

He was immediately noticed here.
He'd never been noticed before.
Eric felt alive.

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