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// The Angel's Instrument 
// Story: Impossible Numbers' Flashfic Anthology, Volume Two 
// by Impossible Numbers 
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Lyra: born to play music. Unfortunately, on a potato farm.

Her  parents promised she’d be a cultured lady playing the harp, if she  wanted. They farmed together, scrimping, saving. Until eventually,  unbelievably, wonderfully, Lyra reached Celestia’s School. Canterlot!

She was OK at music, but treasured the harp. The angel’s instrument. Unwisely, she told a more classically trained student.

A  harp! An idle fashionista’s prop! No serious musician would treasure  it. No one would compose for it. Its purpose: to look pretty and gather  dust. Harpists were nothing.

Later, Lyra dropped out. Didn’t dare  move to Canterlot, or return home in disgrace. She settled for some  quiet town and hid away, busking. Good for nothing else.

Her parents tracked her down. Agreed to send letters and money. Their little angel merely had to wait for her big moment.

Among friendly strangers. Among appreciative regulars. Among praising friends.

Smiling.

She could wait.