#2 The Helper/Teacher Musician

Research from the Enneagram Institute

Twos are empathetic, sincere, and warm-hearted. They are friendly, generous, and self-sacrificing, but can also be sentimental, flattering, and people-pleasing. They are well-meaning and driven to be close to others, but can slip into doing things for others in order to be needed. They typically have problems with possessiveness and with acknowledging their own needs. At their Best: unselfish and altruistic, they have unconditional love for others.

  • Basic Fear: Of being unwanted, unworthy of being loved
  • Basic Desire: To feel loved
  • Enneagram Two with a One-Wing: “Servant”
  • Enneagram Two with a Three-Wing: “The Host/Hostess”

Key Motivations: Want to be loved, to express their feelings for others, to be needed and appreciated, to get others to respond to them, to vindicate their claims about themselves.

Meet Marie Pearson: Enneagram 2 Musician

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Color: Blue

Instrument: Fiddle

Music: Country, Bluegrass

Drink: mocha

Food: Baked Goods

Musician: Nickel Creek

Art form: Culinary Arts

Season: All of them!

Sense: Taste

Love Language: Acts of Service

Marie’s Book Introduction

A wooden sign on the wall read, “Life’s too short to sleep. Drink more coffee.” The barista, Victoria and Adrienne’s sixteen-year-old middle sister Marie, flashed a smile. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her bright blue eyes sparkled.

Marie wiped her hands on her jeans and reached for the jar stuffed with tea bags. “Raspberry peach tea?” “You know me too well.” Victoria grinned.

All of a sudden, a flurry of commotion caught his eye. Marie had bolted from her post as barista, dashed to Victoria, and grabbed the violin case. She pulled out her sister’s violin, situated the shoulder pad, then climbed onstage next to him. Never knew what to expect from the Pearson sisters. This should be interesting.

Victoria’s mouth fell open. What was Marie thinking?

Marie tightened the bow. All eyes followed her, including Matt’s, whose widened in disbelief. She drew her bow over the strings and played a series of double stops in a long—short—short pattern. A simple rhythm, one of the first Victoria had learned as a child, but it matched the style of the song. Marie had spent the past two summers at a fiddle camp in Texas. It must’ve paid off. Her jeans and T-shirt blended well with Matt’s denim and flannel attire. The crowd began to clap along to the tune. Even Victoria’s foot tapped to the beat.

When the song ended, Matt’s loud voice bellowed into the mic. “Who knew our barista tonight was a fiddler? Let’s give it up for…” He held up the mic to Marie.

A shy smile spread across her face. “Marie Pearson.”