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// A Night Sky 
// Story: Classical Smoothness 
// by aerobolt 
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Everything was going nicely in the bar, ponies seem to be enjoying this last performance. Playing Koru - I Believe, Blues was flowing what was going on his mind into the tunes he played. Every time he played the room seemed to fill with his notes. Some ponies even stopped talking, to catch this last tune he was playing. It was relaxing and smooth. But most didn’t knew why it was addictive. They could only tell he was feeling the music. The way he grabbed his saxophone and played was in synch with the notes, the tunes that came out was one with his facial expression. Everypony was purely enjoying the music and the feeling that came along.

One in particular was feeling the music in more ways than the majority of them. She was sitting at one of the corners of the bar, with a single low light coming from above, holding a drink in her hoof. The room was dim now, going along with the music, highlighting the stage. 
This wasn’t what captivate her… it was the way he played. Blues looked at her a few times and when he did, his notes came out smoother and yet stronger. This made her feel like the music was caressing her, gently brushing her face and mane. Sometimes she would close her eyes to feel his tunes flow into her.

For Octavia this was all new, she didn’t feel like she was an artist for so many years, she didn’t knew what she was at that moment, she was just so lost in his music. Her classy composer on the table was exchanged by a slicker one. She just wanted to feel his notes. Octavia was looking at him thinking how things in life were funny, she didn’t want to play here to begin with, she even didn’t know how things ended up like this but now, she was more than glad that she said yes.

He was so different than she imagined, surely he was like the typical stereo type of a musician of jazz but not like the one that popped out of her mind. She couldn’t put her finger but he was definitely something different than that lousy image she created. 

Octavia kept wandering in her thoughts about him, nothing too solid since the music was blurring her ability to process words in her mind. The music was coming to a standstill, with the final notes played by him. She didnt knew if it was the alcohol taking its toll or his music but she was feeling odd. Octavia toke a rather slow sip on her drink, closing her eyes, feeling those final tunes. She half opened her eyes and looked to the stage. And there he was, feeling his music with his own motion. Octavia felt a shiver coming from her spine. 

Taking a few seconds to realize that she was in a awkward posture for a high class pony she shoot up and compose herself. Looking around to see that nopony was looking at her, she let out a small sigh, wishing only that none had seen her in that lazy posture.

She looked back to the stage and didn’t saw Blues on stage. Thinking that he left rather quickly.

“Should I wait or should I leave? I already saw his performance” Octavia though but since the other musicians kept playing she could stay there with the excuse she was just relaxing. “Hope he doesn’t take too long…”

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Blues was trying to rush himself, cleaning up his stuff in the back stage and heading to the manager in the counter.

“Well, well, well, I haven’t seen you play like that since… well, since I know you” Red was cleaning up a glass with a cloth. The typical waitress by the counter.

“Prob because I never asked a double before” Blues was referring to the scotch he drank before staging

“Or probably because some fancy gal got your attention” Red was trying to be serious but could help a little smile, he knew what was going on Blues mind. But still didn’t look at him, faking he was busy cleaning up the glasses.

“Oh man, don’t start. She is just gonna be work nothin more and you know that. Fancy people don’t mix up with the likes of common folk” Blues felt like he was lying somewhere in his words but he also knew that he wasn’t telling a whole lie.

“Oh really? Then I guess she must have eyed another musician in stage that played saxophone rather than you” Red didn’t look at him, he knew this would suffice as an justification

“She was eyeing on me?” he sounded like he was truly surprised, and he was.

“Don’t talk like you didn’t know, I saw you look at her too”

“well… yeah but…”

“But nothing, I know you for almost seven years Blues. So be gentlecolt and go pay a drink to that gal there and you can thank me later for the advice”

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