//------------------------------// // A Break From It All // Story: My Little Pony: The Brothers of Discord // by mr.myxsiple //------------------------------// CHAPTER 51 A BREAK FROM IT ALL "Candy? Balloons? Streamers? On a dress?" Blues asked having difficulty in putting that idea together in his head. "Yes yes I know it's difficult to imagine, but Pinkie insisted." Rarity replied remembering the travesty that was her dress. "It was her dress, so I had to comply." She let out a sigh. "Would you like some more tea?" Blues nodded and pushed his tea cup forward allowing Rarity to fill it up with dark green tea. Both of them were comfortably seated in Rarity's kitchen snacking on cakes and biscuits and sipping warm tea. When he heard her set the teapot down, he took a sip sighing as the taste and aroma flooded his senses. He felt happy, clear-headed, and calm; all in all far better than he had felt for the past few days. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he felt this relaxed. Though he loved his family, keeping them together was a 24/7 job which earned him nothing in return except insults, cold shoulders, laughs and smiles. There were no job benefits, leaves nor break times, so he used what he was given. Across the table, Rarity did her job of being a good hostess and made sure he felt at home. After settling down and having a bit of tea, they had resumed talking about the upcoming gala. From there, the subject shifted to those complete disasters that were the first batch of outfits she made for her friends for the event. "I honestly felt like burning them, but in the end I decided to keep them." Rarity said taking a sip. "As a reminder of a lesson, I had to learn the hard way and to make sure it is never repeated." "Ashamed of one of you works? Believe me, I've been there." Blues replied sympathetically. "I sometimes compose pieces of my own, and I admit I have created things that were better off never being heard by anypony's ears but my own." His hostess sighed as she dipped her biscuit into her tea. "An affliction I'm afraid. All us artists suffer it at one point." She took a small bite of it. "We give, and work, and create masterpieces, but sometimes..." "We end up making travesties." Blues finished with a sigh of his own. "But it's better not to dwell on them too much, isn't it? So long as we learn, I guess it's not a complete failure." "Indeed." Rarity raised her cup in agreement. "Perhaps it's better that we're never perfect; constant improvement is a far better goal." Blues smiled and leaned back a bit sipping his tea; Rarity in turn smiled back. "My, somepony's looking very relaxed. Are you enjoying your little break?" He paused for a moment realizing just how relaxed he really was. "Very much, Rarity. I never realized what time away from it all felt like. Never having to deal with poor decisions, torturous visions, angry screams and cries of despair, I'm can finally enjoy some time off." Rarity froze at his words. "But surely not every moment is painful for you. No family can have nothing but painful memories." The hooves around the teacup clenched up though she failed to notice it. "O-Of course. Don't get the wrong idea, Rarity; I'm not miserable all the time there." Blues said quickly dropping his smile as well. "In spite of the dark times, there are bright ones as well. There were times wherein I felt truly happy being with them." "That's good to hear." Rarity replied picking up on it. "Your fond memories are far more important than any mishap you've had with them." He raised his cup at that. "Tell me, what's your fondest memory?" Blues leaned forward, cradling his cup in his hooves and taking a sip. "My fondest memory? Hmm, There are so many of them. Let me think... Ah, why not my first truly fond memory? It happened long long ago before I developed my powers, when I was just a mere colt left blind by a tragic incident..." Even before the incident, Blues was never afraid of the dark. He had no need of a nightlight or a crack in the doorway to make sure he slept soundly at night. Thinking about it, it was probably because he only had to deal with it at night when he needed to rest. The darkness was all around him 24/7; he could barely remember what light was like even though he had already gotten used to his being sightless. He could hardly believe his ears when he heard that he would never see again. Several times a day, he would blink or rub his eyes, but sight wouldn't return to him. He couldn't even be left alone lest he bumped into a wall or knocked something over. Usually one of the others would accompany him, but that wasn't the case at the moment. "H-Hello?" he called out nervously. He kept his right hoof on the wall near him as he slowly trotted down the hall hoping that he wouldn't fall down any stairs. This hall was no different than the last two halls he traversed. He couldn't deny it anymore; he was officially lost. He thought he knew the way around for sure, but he realized with a sinking feeling that he was wrong. He gulped and pressed his back against the wall. He hugged his rear legs close to him hoping that somepony would pass by and help him out. A minute passed and then another and another; a full five minutes passed without anypony showing up. Just as he was about to call out again, he suddenly heard a sound, a quick, melodious and rather upbeat sound which became louder and quicker as time went on. Whatever it was, it strangely gave him hope. If he had to guess, it felt like it was calling to him. He slowly rose to his hooves and followed the music keeping a hoof on the wall at all times. The music grew louder and louder with each step. Affixing it and it alone to his mind, he trotted quicker, stood taller and felt calmer; the darkness surrounding him felt far less intimidating. What's going on? I feel so...so happy... He came to a halt with his heart racing. The wondrous music was coming from right in front of him with only a mere door standing in his way. Without a second's hesitation, he twisted the knob and pulled it open; the music struck him full-force making him feel like he might tip over. He let out a dreamy sigh and closed his eyes, letting this incredible sensation envelop him like a warm blanket. "Blues?" A loud scratching noise pierced the air, and the music was silenced. Surprised and disappointed, he opened his eyes only to find the same darkness staring back at him. A set of clicks, that sounded like hoof steps, approached and stopped. "Blues? Is something wrong?" a voice said from the darkness. Blues recognized it immediately; it was the alicorn that saved him and the others. "Wait…Did you come here all by yourself?" "Um…" He shrunk a bit remembering his dilemma not too long ago. "I thought I knew the way around, but I guess I got lost." He heard Equinox let out a sigh laced with a hint of frustration. "Blues, I know your condition is troubling you, and I know you wish to try living as normally as possible, but you can't do something so reckless. What if you had fallen down a staircase or bumped your head against a doorknob?" he asked sternly. "You could've been seriously hurt." "You father seems to care about you already." Rarity remarked in the middle of Blues' storytelling. "Yes well, this was before we began calling him our father." Blues explained. "After the incident that blinded me, the six of us had absolutely nothing left and nopony to turn to but him. As for him well...he saved our lives. I suppose afterwards he felt responsible for our well-being." The incident again; this was the second time she had heard him mention it. Before she could ask any more, he cleared his throat. "Now then, where was I?" "I'm sorry." he said guiltily bowing his head."I really thought I knew where I was going...I'm sorry." Equinox sighed which eased him a bit."I suppose all that matters is that you're unhurt, but next time, have me or one of the others accompany you when you want to go somewhere." The young colt nodded. "It must've been difficult for you walking around in the darkness." "I...It was a little scary...but then I heard the music, and then it wasn't so scary anymore." Blues admitted feeling a lot better. "The music? Yes; there's a gramophone here that was playing some a while ago. I like to listen to it when I go over research notes." Equinox mentioned. "You enjoyed listening to it?" "Uh huh..." He hesitated for a moment. "Um...Can I please stay here and listen to it? I promise I won't bother you." Equinox paused for a while and then spoke kindly. "Very well; you can stay on my bed while I work." Blues smiled and felt a hoof on his back. He entered the study with the alicorn's guidance and was directed towards the bed. With a small grunt of effort, he climbed on top of it and turned around showing an eager smile. Equinox smiled as well, and, with a bit of magic, lowered the needle on the gramophone. The joyful music promptly resumed much to Blues' delight. Over the music, he heard Equinox walking and a chair scraping while he happily stayed sitting on the bed listening. His head bobbed up and down with every beat coming from the gramophone. His shoulders shifted slightly in turn with the music without him controlling it. His while body swayed and shifted with each rise, fall, beat and note. "You truly enjoy this music, don't you?" Equinox commented after a short while earning a nod in response. "It's really nice. There aren't any words, but it's a really nice song." the colt said head still bobbing. He heard a chair scraping and hoof steps once again. "That's a song by a famous musician named Jazz. She is a very talented saxophone player, and has performed for many audiences for several years." Equinox told him. Blues paused suddenly with a quizzical look on his face. "Saxa...phone?" he asked curiously. "Saxophone." Equinox corrected. "It's the instrument she's playing. Beautiful, isn't it?" At that moment, the gramophone played its last note and fell silent; Blues slumped over disappointingly, but he immediately perked up when the music started again. "Jazz is a talented musician; I figured you would like to listen to her work completely." "Th...thank you." Blues said smiling again. He never realized just how happy music could make others feel. He felt excited; if there was a job that did just that, he wanted to be a part of it. "I wanna do that." he announced much to Equinox's surprise. He suddenly got up, white eyes sparkling with excitement. "I wanna be like Jazz and play the saxaphone. I wanna make music and make everpony happy. I wanna...I wanna..." His excitement instantly evaporated as soon as he remembered the cold darkness surrounding him. Even Jazz's continuing music failed to lift his spirits as his shoulders sagged and his head lowered. His heart, which seconds ago was filled with hopes and dreams, suddenly felt heavy. "But...But I...I can't...I...I'm..." Blind. Sightless. Broken. When he was first told about his blindness, he was indeed crushed. Never to see again, he merely shrunk and wept silently knowing only that his life would never be the same. Still, he wanted to keep living, to keep his head up and somehow come to terms with what happened to him. Until then he had managed with the help of Equinox and the other colts. Despite the music still playing, the darkness came back with crushing force. The reality of his condition finally struck him full force. It didn't matter what he wanted in life; his condition wouldn't allow it. Every dream he may have had and probably will have have already been shattered. What was the point of hoping to become something great? Who was he but a damaged pony? Why didn't I just die? Blues suddenly felt a hoof rest gently on his shoulder and looked up imagining a face right in front of him. "That's doesn't matter, Blues." Shock and despair fill him up. "But-But I can't see!" he cried out getting on all fours. "I can't see...I can't...see...I...I..." He suddenly collapsed on the bed and started bawling. Shaking and miserable, he pressed his face hard against the bed muffling his pained sobs. He suddenly felt two strong hooves hoist him up off the bed. The next thing he knew, something tough warm pressed against his body while the hooves wrapped around him. His anguished cries came back full force this time with nothing to soften it. He screamed and wept and wailed and cried into Equinox's chest while the alicorn stroked his back and whispered gently in his ear. Blues stayed in his embrace for five whole minutes. When wails had finally diminished into quiet sobs and whimpers, Equinox gently placed him back on his bed. The next thing he knew, a soft cloth pressed against his tear and mucus soaked face and wiped it dry. He took a shaky breath and stood still and silent as Equinox dried his face. The cloth left his face, and he felt a hoof on his shoulder. "Blues...why do you want to play the saxophone?" The colt swallowed a lump in his throat. "B-Because...That music made me so happy, and-*sniff*-I wanna make ponies feel like that too..." He rubbed his nose with his hoof. "But...I can't see..." "Do you need to see to make ponies happy?" Equinox questioned. "N-No...But I can't play the saxaphone. How...How can I learn, if I can't see?" He turned his head aside, but a gentle nudge from Equinox made him face forward again. "Your blindness is a hurdle Blues, not a wall; it's something that slows you down not stop you completely. You can't see yes, but that doesn't mean you can't learn." Blues pursed his lips and bowed. "You don't need sight to fulfill your dream Blues; all you need is are a strong desire and an ironclad will that refuses to surrender, and I see both of those in you. After the incident, you could have given up on life itself, but you didn't. You stood tall and didn't let it stop you from trying to live life to the fullest; why should it stop you from doing what you want to do?" "I..." He felt Equinox grip his shoulders. "Do you want to be a musician?" "I...Yes." Blues said firmly. "Truly? With all your heart?" "Y-Yes! I...I want to be a musician. I want to play music and make everypony happy." Blues said with more resolve. "Even though I can't see...I want to do all that." The alicorn was silent for a while; for some reason, he imagined a smile on his face. "There's only one thing stopping you from achieving that Blues-you. Not you blindness; you." He tapped his chest. "I believe you can be whoever you want to be, but that means nothing if you don't feel the same. As long as you tell yourself it, you can achieve anything." Blues stayed silent and went deep in thought. The doubts were still there whispering in his parents' voice that he couldn't do it. Things still looked dark, but then he suddenly remembered what he did the last time he felt like that. He focused on the music still playing in the background and the joy it filled him with and realized that those voices had suddenly grown quiet. "I...I'll try..." He shook his head. "N-No! I'll...I'll do it. I...I will do it." He looked up. "I'll work hard; I promise. I'll make music and make everypony happy." "But you're blind." Equinox pointed out. "I know, and it's gonna take a while 'cause of that, but I'll get there one day. That won't stop me, and..." A small smile grew from the corner of his mouth. "And...I won't stop me." Jazz's song finished once again, but the doubts remained silent. Even without it, Blues felt completely at ease knowing that his dreams were still worth fighting for, and it was thanks to Equinox that he realized that. "Well said Blues. Well said." "Imagine my surprise when, about a month later, I received my saxophone. Needless to say I was beyond thrilled. I had spent the last moth just listening to more music, and I finally had the chance to make some of my own. As I expected, learning was difficult since I couldn't read, but through hours and hours of memorizing the tunes produced and experimenting with them a little,I developed my skills. Finally-" "Sis, I'm here!" Before Blues could process the new voice, somepony stepped into the kitchen, a much smaller unicorn, a filly according to his senses. "JYou're never gonna believe what happened on the field trip. We-" She abruptly stopped seeing the pony seated across her sister. "Um..." "S-Sweetie Belle. You're here, but..." Rarity took a swift glace at a wall clock. "3:30...Have we really been talking for so long?" "It seems that way." Blues said as equally surprised as her. He then noticed that his tea cup felt a little cold to touch. "I suppose we did lose track of time while we were talking." "Yes. Yes we did." Suddenly remembering the other pony in the room, she trotted to her sister. "Blues, this is my sister Sweetie Belle." The former nodded and left his set as well to approached the filly with a smile. "Nice to meet you, Sweetie Belle. As your sister has said, I'm Blues." Sweetie hesitated a bit before nodding at him. This wasn't the first time she had arrived while her sister had a guest be it a customer or...She turned to whisper in her era. "Um...Is he your new boyfriend?" Rarity immediately pulled away . "Wha-hu-but-what-" She rapidly turned from Sweetie to the wide-eyed Blues and back. "Sw-Sweetie Belle, Blues is just a friend, a client in fact." "Really? But didn't you use to date some of your clients?" "Well, that's not the case now!" "Er...I can hear every word..." Blues added awkwardly. Rarity turned pink slightly but shook the color off her face. "He is a friend and a customer." she insisted hoping her sister would believe it. "OK if you say so..." she replied much to the older mare's relief. "Um...Applebloom and Scootaloo are waiting for me back at the clubhouse, so I can't really stay too long. We're gonna try high diving today." she added excitedly. "H...High diving?" Rarity's right eye twitched. "Yup." Sweetie smiled cheerily as she nodded at both ponies. "Nice meeting you. Bye Rarity; I'll see ya at dinner time." Without further ado, she exited the boutique leaving a pair of stunned adults in her wake. Rarity turned around and saw the same stiff, slack-jawed and wide-eyed expression on Blues. "High diving?" he repeated. "Another attempt at getting her Cutie Mark. She and her friends do this sort of thing all the time." she explained. "But high diving? I suppose they failed bull taming, lumber jacking and mining. What're they going to try tomorrow? Sword fighting?" a stunned blues asked voice dripping with sarcasm. "They've already tried that yesterday." His eyes grew wider. "Worry not; nothing too er...disastrous ever occurs." "I'll take your word for it." Blues replied skeptically. "What time did you say it was?" "Er...It's 3:35 at the moment." "Goodness; it's later than I thought." Blues realized. "My family should be preparing to visit Ash this very moment." He turned to his hostess. "I'm sorry Rarity, but I have to leave now." "Oh, it's quite alright, Blues." she said with a casual wave of her. "I've got everything I need for your suit anyway; you can pick it up two days from now." Blues nodded happily. "Well then, shall I walk you out?" Blues nodded and fetched his saddlebag before the pair of them left the kitchen. As they trotted together in silence, Blues couldn't help but think kindly of the nice mare beside him. He was just a customer, somepony she barely knew, the brother of one who had given her so much pain, yet she treated him with such kindness and well...generosity. "Ahem. Rarity I...I can't thank you enough for well...all of this." Blues said gesturing around with his hoof. "Not just the suit thing; I mean for the tea and he talking...It was nice." Though he couldn't see it, she smiled at him ."I had a delightful time as well, Blues. Please, if you ever need a moment to take your mind off whatever is troubling you, do drop in. I'll put in some tea, and we can chat as long as you'd like." "Rarity I-" He stopped himself knowing that it was pointless to refuse. "I'll keep that in mind." By then, they had reached the front door. Rarity pushed it open and gestured outside. "Well then...Until next time, Blues. "Yes well...Thank you again for today, Rarity." he replied with a nod. "The chat and the tea were very refreshing; I feel like I could play all night if I wanted to." "That's good to hear." She paused for a moment remembering something. "It's such a shame that you have to leave really. I would love to hear the rest of that if it's not too much trouble." On the contrary, Blues smiled. "Yes; now where was I...Ah yes. I had started practicing right after receiving my saxophone. Eventually, I deemed myself ready enough for performing..." I am not ready enough for this... Blues gulped suddenly wondering if performing in front of an actual audience already was a good idea. He fidgeted and tightly gripped his instrument as five colts and one alicorn sat before him waiting for his performance to start. "Um...H-Hi everypony." he began while sweating bullets. "I'm um...glad you're all here and...uh..." "Are you OK Blues?" Ash asked worriedly. "I-I'm not sure, Ash. I can barely move." Blues replied now trembling visibly. "My-My head's spinning and...can't...breath..." He grunted and shook his head, tightening his grip on his saxophone. I can do this! I can do this I can do this! With renowned confidence, he rose to his hind legs and raised his saxophone, his lips enclosing on the cold metallic mouthpiece. He inhaled deeply and- Wh-what was the first note?! He must've looked ridiculous standing upright, eyes wide and lips trembling, completely frozen on the spot. He could practically feel his audience's confused stared burrowing into him. As they began to mutter among themselves, Blues' heart hammered and mind started to race, trying to recall at least the first note. He had spend hours practicing this and he can't even remember the first- Do The muttering stopped when the note was played. Feeling good about this, he moved on. Doe, a deer, a female deer Ray, a drop of golden sun So far so good. he thought, a smile curling around the mouthpiece. Me, a name I call myself Far, a long long way to run Sew, a needle pulling thread La, a note to follow Sew Tea, a drink with jam and bread That will bring us back to Do, oh oh oh His movements were slowly and steady. By then, he was thoroughly enjoying himself. He readied himself for another round. Doe, a deer, a female deer Ray, a drop of golden sun He could hear the other singing alongside him under their breaths. Bouncing a bit to the tune of his song, he continued. Me, a name I call myself Far, a long long way to run Sew, a needle pulling thread La, a note to follow Sew Tea, a drink with jam and bread That will bring us back to Do, oh oh oh Doe, a deer, a female deer Ray, a drop of golden sun Me, a name I call myself La- La?! That wasn't the next note. He could once again feel everypony's stares on him. This was bad, yet he was right in the middle of the song. So much was his stress that his hooves moved instinctively playing yet another wrong note right after the first one. Again, he panicked and played another wrong note and another and another until the song was barely recognizable. His legs threatened to give way, but he forced himself to stand tall. Somehow, he was going to salvage whatever was left of the song and play it through. His minds scrambled as he thought of where which note should go. However, as he payed attention to the random notes he was playing, they appeared to fit well together yet his mind said otherwise. Deciding that it was worth the risk, he stopped thinking and played the first think that came to mind. His slow movements suddenly picked up the pace; the smooth metal glided against his hooves as he played note after note. He shut his eyes and dived into the rhythm, body swinging and hips jerking to the beat. The saxophone in his grasp swung with him as though he was dancing with it. His heart hammered even more, but not out of dread but excitement. Though his breaths were starting to get short and his body tired, Blues didn't-he couldn't stop. Step. Swing. Jerk. Spin. Twist. Shake. The glorious music never stopped the whole time. The beat sped up and slowed down then sped up again all without the colt thinking. Suddenly deciding on a momentous finisher, Blues bent down and played notes in increasing volume, slowly rising higher and higher until he reached the highest note. Throwing his head back, played it as long as his lungs would allow it. As it turned out, it wasn't very long. His lungs eventually gave out several seconds later. Before he could inhale, he lost his balance and suddenly fell back hearing gasps form his audience. His back slammed against the hard floor, but his saxophone stayed with him. For the next few seconds, Blues just laid there panting and quivering with excitement. Adrenaline continued to pump through his veins even though his song was over. With a small grunt, he pushed himself up with one hoof and stared in the direction of the others. "Um...So...How was it?" A few seconds passed with no response from them. A few more passed, and there was still reply. His hopes dashed, Blues sighed and felt his saxophone. He had so much fun playing it, but what was the point if others didn't enjoy it as well? He gave it his all, and still he failed to make other feel what he felt. The instrument in his hooves was better off in the hooves of somepony more gifted than he ever was or ever will be- "Blues...That was the coolest thing I ever heard!" His head jerked upright in surprise turning in the direction it came from. It definitely sounded like Solstice's voice, but he was too stunned to believe it. "R-Really?" "Uh huh. That was awesome." Solstice went on excitedly. "I didn't know you were that good." "You...you mean it, Solstice?" Blues asked in disbelief. "I mean...I don't think..." "Hey, it was good, Blues." His head turned again; it was Ash this time. "Yeah; I mean, the Do Re Mi part was cool, but the thing you made was even better." "I think it was awesome, too. Good job Blues." Scar added. Him too? "Coolest thing I ever heard." Ironhead remarked. "I don't even like music that much, but I still it's pretty awesome." "But...But..." "Blues, it was beautiful." Psych told him before he could finish. "I actually almost felt like dancing too." He could hardly believe his ears. Their praises made his head spin again, but in a good way. They...They liked it! They actually liked it! A wide grin broke out across his face. If it weren't for his exhaustion, he'd would've gotten up and gave them another round. "It was a wonderful performance, Blues. I do believe you have a future with this." This time, it was Equinox who spoke. "Bravo, Blues." The next thing he knew, he heard a set of hooves rapidly stomping against the floor. Soon, he heard another set join it then another and another until he heard the applause and cheers of five ponies who loved his performance. "Well done, Blues! Take a bow!" Equinox called out chuckling as he applauded. Flushing slightly, he realized that he was still lying on the floor. Setting his saxophone aside, he pushed himself up onto his hooves- A sudden gasp went out. "B-Blues!" Ash cried out. The other five ponies suddenly fell silent. Blues froze, dread once again flooding his senses. Ash continued to sputter rapidly trying desperately to get his words out. "O-On-On your flank! It-It's a Cutie Mark!" Now that...That was unexpected. It was just too good to be true. Blues immediately turned towards his flank momentarily forgetting that he couldn't see. Once he remembered that unfortunate fact, he rubbed and patted the area with his hoof as if he could physically feel any sort of Cutie Mark. All of a sudden, he heard hurried hoof step; he gasped and back up a little realizing that the others had swarmed around him. "It is a Cutie Mark." Psych confirmed stunning the beige colt. "What...What...Really?" Blues stammered still finding all this hard to believe. "Yeah. It's a saxaphone, but it also looks like a musical note." Ironhead explained before letting out an annoyed whine. "Aww...How come you got yours before I did?" Blues suddenly felt somepony large stand before him; it could only be Equinox. He looked up at the alicorn imagining another smile adorned on his face. "As I've said, as long as you tell yourself it, you can achieve anything...I'm proud of you, Blues." Blues' head was still spinning; everypony had loved his performance, and he got a Cutie Mark in the process? This was...This was incredible; this was the best day ever! Another grin, so wide that it almost hurt, broke out. His body trembled again with excitement leading him to do the first thing that came to mind. He grabbed his saxophone, stood up and played them all another round. And they all cheered. Blues found himself smiling fondly, staring far off into the distance as he finished his tale. He would never forget everything he felt on the day he discovered what it was that made his special, the anxiety of performing, the panic at his slip up, the excitement of playing with his heart, the dread at the end of the song, the joy from the cheers and getting his Cutie Mark, and the sense of fulfillment from making them all happy. That time, the seven of them were still strangers bound only by sharing a tragic fate, but to him, that was the first moment he could remember that he felt that sense of togetherness with them. That was the seed that was planted in them that slowly grew into a sense of family. More memories would follow that some, some good and other bad, but through it all, he would forever have that first memory deep in his heart. "That was a beautiful memory, Blues." Rarity said reminding him that she was present. "I feel privileged that you shared it with me." Blues turned to her with a smile. "I have many fond memories with my family, but that one will stay with me forever. Though things now are far from perfect, I am confident that we will all be like that again one day." "Well then, don't let me keep you here any longer." Rarity told him gesturing out the door. "Go; your family's waiting for you are they not? To be honest, I'm still not very fond of Psych and Ash, but I hope they come around one day." "Thank you Rarity, and see you." With a nod, Blues turned and exited Carousel Boutique with a spring in his step feeling fully refreshed and perked up. "Oh Blues?" Rarity's call made him stop and turn back. She cleared her throat before continuing. "I would love to hear you play some time." With a slight chuckle, he smiled. "Maybe one day Rarity, I promise." "I'll hold you to it." she replied pleased with his response. "See you again, Blues." With another nod, he left once again. Rarity shut her door and retreated back into her home making a mental checklist for herself. She would have to clean up the kitchen followed by dealing with Blues' suit. It was fully within her capabilities to fit it perfectly, but she felt she could do more- Another set of knocks stopped her in her tracks. Puzzled, she opened her front door revealing her latest customer grinning sheepishly. "Blues?" "Er…Rarity…Which way is the Everfree Forest again?" Edited by: Lynx Traveller UltimateWarriorFan4Ever xfallenangel13x