You are Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. You epitomize the work hard-play hard philosophy. You excel in your chosen field through a combination of exceptional talent and crazy hard work. (People have probably had to force you to take a vacation more than once.) Yet, you’re also the life of the party wherever you go – you’ve got a great sense of humor and a distinct sense of style. While this means you can occasionally come off as a bit stuck-up or irresponsible, pretty much everyone wants to be your friend.
I’m not sure about this, but I always had a soft spot for Mozart as a person. On the other hand, I’ve already lived 22 years longer than he did. It’s hard to know what to think about this. Would I rather still be alive, or leave the world knowing I had the kind of talent that is better than “fuck you” money?