*Research from the Enneagram Institute
Fours are self-aware, sensitive, and reserved. They are emotionally honest, creative, and personal, but can also be moody and self-conscious. Withholding themselves from others due to feeling vulnerable and defective, they can also feel disdainful and exempt from ordinary ways of living. They typically have problems with melancholy, self-indulgence, and self-pity. At their Best: inspired and highly creative, they are able to renew themselves and transform their experiences.
Basic Fear: That they have no identity or personal significance
Basic Desire: To find themselves and their significance (to create an
identity)
Enneagram Four with a Three-Wing: “The Aristocrat”
Enneagram Four with a Five-Wing: “The Bohemian”Key Motivations: Want to express themselves and their individuality, to create and surround themselves with beauty, to maintain certain moods and feelings, to withdraw to protect their self-image, to take care of emotional needs before attending to anything else, to attract a “rescuer.”
Meet Adrienne Pearson: Enneagram 4 Musician
(Pearson Sister #2)
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Color: Yellow
Instrument: Viola
Music: Classical, jazz
Drink: white wine
Food: French cuisine
Musician: Berlioz
Art form: Painting
Season: Spring
Sense: Sight
Love Language: Gifts
Adrienne’s Book Introduction
“Victoria!” The all-too-familiar voice pierced the air.
A lone sunflower in a desolate field, her sister’s bright appearance contrasted with the other musicians still dressed in black.
A moan escaped Victoria’s lips. “Adrienne.”
“I’m exhausted.” The thump of Adrienne’s viola case assaulted Victoria’s ears as it hit the floor.
Victoria arched an eyebrow. “Didn’t you enjoy the Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto, arguably the greatest violin piece ever written?”
Adrienne sighed. “Why couldn’t we play a work for a lesser-known instrument?” She lowered her short frame into a chair near Victoria’s case.
“Like the viola?” Victoria folded her arms across her chest.
“Yes, for example.” Adrienne fluffed her pixie blonde haircut. “It’s more original than the violin.”
Victoria frowned. “Composers have always written popular works for violin.”
Crossing her legs, Adrienne’s ankle boot began to bounce up and down. “Well, I prefer original to popular.” Her foot, which bobbed with extreme vigor, kicked over Victoria’s violin case. “Oops.” Her tone belied her apology. Why couldn’t Victoria’s twenty-year-old sister stop acting like a teenager?
Victoria slid her case closer to Jerry, away from Adrienne. “Is that why you’re wearing a yellow sweater when you should be in all black––to be original?”
Adrienne’s ski-jump nose rose several inches into the air. “There’s no rule against changing attire after the concert. I need a little color in my life. Even if you don’t.”
“The quality of the music should speak for itself, not the clothes you wear,” Victoria’s eyes scanned her sister’s ensemble. “But maybe viola players need something to compensate––”
Jerry coughed. “I hate to miss a good viola joke, but I’ve heard them about a thousand times, and I need food. Are you girls coming or not?”
“Yes.” Victoria straightened her shoulders. “We need to discuss what to play for the service on Sunday.” As the first violinist of their string ensemble, the responsibility of the music selection fell to her.
Adrienne popped up. “Let’s go to Café Chocolat. I’m dying for coffee.”
“Sounds good to me.” Jerry opened the door, and the two exited the room. Victoria heaved a sigh. Her eyes lowered to her black dress. Perhaps she should have brought a change of clothes. Would Jerry have noticed? No time for such considerations now. She snatched her case and yanked open the door.