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As I am stepping out of my room, I see my younger sister: Astoria trotting down the flight of stairs.

“Clip clop, clip clop.” is heard, as she is continuing down the flight of stairs.

“She chose the red Skirt and Top, too!” I ponder, as I follow her down to the ground floor.

Well, why not; she fits in the ensemble, she chose to slip into!” I consider; snickering quietly, under my breath.

Once I have managed to negotiate the flight of stairs, down to the Living Room; I can clearly see Twilight sitting in the middle seat, in the sofa.

“There you are, Daphne!” Twilight exclaims; as she sees me trotting over the floor, towards the sofa.

"I was just checking out my new Bed Room, hope I did not take too long!” I put forth.

“Oh, yes..” twilight acknowledges; “I can clearly see that!” she continues.

“There are two Wardrobes, in the Bed Room!” Astoria helpfully supplies.

“Then you got a good glimpse, of your current form as an Equine?” Twilight inquires.

“I did…” I respond, blushing slightly under my fur; “I did, too!” Astoria echoes half an instant later.

“Just takes a while, to get used to!” I point out.

“I can very well imagine!” Twilight responds; “I have experienced this, first Hoof myself..” she continues; “or would you prefer: First Hand!” she then inquires.

"That would depend on the perspective..” Astoria suggests; “but since we are Ponies right now; I guess: First Hoof! is the proper expression, right now!” she concludes.

“I, We have no hands right now; so it just feels weird to say: “First Hand!” I concede.

“I have four Hooves, though!” Astoria puts forth, with a snicker to her voice.

“Maybe this is the time, for some nice music?” Twilight inquires, after a moment of contemplation.

“Sounds nice…” I respond, nodding; “yes..” Astoria fills in, nodding.

“Here goes...” Twilight offers, as she is activating the screen on the wall before us.

“Listen to Music” the option on the screen reads.

“Artist: Octavia” the option reads.

“Who is Octavia?” I ponder; “I have never heard of her!” I continue.

As Twilight is selecting the Musician, the image of the Gray Mare appears on the screen.

We can clearly see her holding her Cello, in the image; as she is taking her sweet time, fine-tuning her instrument before us.

“Instrument: 'Cello” the text on the screen reads.

“Collection: 'Cello Shell-Shock” the text on the screen reads.

After a moment of quiet contemplation, Twilight states; “Since the Artist Octavia is not here; she can not take offence, by anything we say or do here right now!”.

“Thank you, Twilight; for saying this, before the music starts!” I put forth.

“Play!” Twilight exclaims, and Octavia changes her expression, as she is preparing to play.

The next moment, she starts playing the first melody.

This is an Instrumental performance, so there will be no voice or vocals.

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At first, the sound is quiet, yet picking up volume as she continues to play. The voice of her ‘Cello is deep, while still remaining vibrant and playful.

She is playing a slow cadence, at first; yet picking up speed as she goes. Yet, it is still a fairly slow cadence at heart.

She never tries to make it into a catchy song, while she insistently continues to play with her Heart.

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I feel weird.

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“Imagine that, an Earth Pony can play the ‘Cello..” I ponder; “and I enjoy listening to her, as if she had been one of the old Masters!” I conclude.

I feel my heart pounding.. and hard.

While I know she is not in the room, but I still feel as if she is watching me. Just that she is not glaring at me. I can’t quite put a finger, to how I feel. Is this, do to being in the Equine form as a Pony? Still, I can’t quite put a Hoof on how I feel, either. Just do not tell me, this is due to the fact that I was born as a Human.

“Any chance, I can listen to this again?” I inquire.

“Any time you like, Daphne!” Twilight confirms.

“For some reason, I think Father would love this music, if only we could permit him to listen to the Music, without seeing the Musician!” Astoria puts forth.

“Yes..” I respond, “just not sure, as to how he would react on knowing who or what the Artist is!” I mumble.

“He is one of these Unicorn Supremacists?” Twilight inquires.

“Something like that..” I supply; “well; a human equivalence, at least!” I elaborate.

“You play the ‘Cello with your hands, exclusively!” Twilight points out, snickering.

“With her hooves, in this case!” Astoria snickers.

“If you want to learn magic, I’m here for you!” Twilight promises; “I was Alestia’s Protege from I was Five!” she explains.

“Who is Alestia?” I inquire.

“The Princess of the day, the wielder of the Sun and the Immortal Ruler of the land of Equestria!” Twilight explains.

“The wielder of the Sun, is that where the Day Breaker in her name comes from?`” Astoria inquires.

“Yes..” Twilight whispers; “Pray there will never be a Day Breaker event; where she goes mad and Glaze the world over!” she breathes.

“Why does this sound, like a Horrible exaggeration of the Dooms Day the Muggles tinker with?” Astoria inquires.

“Are you referring to the Nuclear War, where they destroy the World?” I inquire.

“I have been reading a few of these books..” Twilight supplies; “I guess you could say; I have been fascinated by these stories, from the point of my origin!” she explains.

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The Music comes to a crescendo, building up to the dramatic peak.

It isn’t so much the volume, or the tempo of the music; but in the intensity and the intricacy of the notes being played.

Of course, this could not last, but it did not have to. What’s the point? The crescendo is the point, after all.

The volume is picking up, from the mere whisper, building up speed into a new cadence.

It’s a cadence of longing, of expectancy. All of a sudden, there is a pregnant pause. As the pause comes to an end, the crescendo is building up into a new point, a counterpoint.

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I am ecstatic.

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The music slowly fades out, quiet; before the final crescendo.

“Oh!” I exclaim, my mouth in the shape of the Capital OH.