I always wondered if anyone else made weird faces to themselves in the mirror. I guess one could say I did it to vent, but realistically I did it simply because I could. No one was around, it was early in the morning, and my mind just said ‘hey, why not distort your face for a quick laugh?’.
My answer? Well, it was as mundane as you would expect: ‘eh sure, why the hell not?’ Because no matter what anyone else tells you, the best way to start off the day is with a smile. No joke, scientists have proven it, and scientists have never been wrong before right?
In truth, I was just overly excited for the performance I would be viewing -or more appropriately, hearing- tonight. The ticket to said event was stuck to the edge of the mirror as I brushed my teeth. I kept reading the words Canterlot Orchestra over and over again in my mind, choosing to ignore the 8 pm starting time.
I had a lot that needed to be done today. With what they seem to be calling hearth's warming -aka Christmas- coming up, I had three gifts to get. One for Octavia and one for each of her parents. Her father would be the hardest one to shop for, I would have to do some extensive research today at the theater. For I held no doubt that she would have invited both of them as well.
Gargling the water in my mouth, I spat out the toothpaste and made my way out of the bathroom. Straightening the same white dress shirt I wore when I had awoken here, I passed my violin and satchel opting to only pick up my coin pouch.
As I foresaw, renting out a room was much cheaper than staying at a hotel. So much so that the coin pouch I picked up was getting quite hefty. Sadly with the shopping, I was about to do that would all change in an instant.
As far as the gifts go, I had it in my mind that I would give Octavia something -as some people would say- otherworldly. Quite easy when I was in fact from another world. It was so easy that I already planned to give her a couple copies of my favorite cello pieces from Earth. However, I wanted to give her something a bit more, something that showed I appreciated her and not just her music.
So here I was, jacket tightly done up with my mittens on as I perused the shops along the main street. Most of the stores I simply passed by, I was going for something unique rather than some cliche candles and body wash. Yet the moment I passed by a jewelry store I metaphorically ran back to pick up the ‘cliche’ I had just recently thrown away.
Back home there was a song and saying that ‘Diamonds are a girl's best friend’. So stopping by here was worth a look, if only to have a backup plan should nothing else spark my fancy. Entering the store, I was immediately targeted by three mares.
Without any flares to dump, the three little missiles landed on their target, “Welcome, what brings you here today?” the first pony claimed with a blond mane and beige coat. She looked at me with a smile but out of the corner of my eyes, I could see her glaring daggers at the second mare that spoke up.
“Looking for a little something for that special somepony? If you would follow me I can show you our selection of gifts that would make any mare melt in your hooves!” This one had a blond mane and a light pink coat.
Like the other two before, the third pony sporting a silver mane and cream colored coat all but slammed into the second pony before happily saying, “what you really need is a mare that has some experience in the field of ‘special someponies’.”
It was almost as if the other two ponies were shoved simultaneously as they both took a step back. The third mare smiled triumphantly as she looked back up towards me. The word ‘commission’ playing over and over in my head as I gave her a forced smile.
“Actually, I’m just here to look around a bit. I thought that if all else fails in my attempts to find a gift I would just buy her some accessory.”
“My, my, so it is a mare we’re talking about here.”
I gave her the best deadpan stare I could muster as I started to turn around. This was a mistake, maybe I would find a better plan B somewhere else.
Sadly, as most of my plans tend to do, my retreat was effectively halted when she rushed to the other side of me and started to push me towards a display case filled with rings.
“Now, now, no need to be shy. I’m sure your mare would love one of our finest rings here. You have my guarantee or your bits back.” She quickly stated opening the case and gesturing me to take a closer look.
Taking one of the rings, I looked it over. To be honest they were very well made. Small engravings with socketed jewels would make this ring shine day and night. Yet, one thing left me confused, “so where would this ring go?”
“On the horn of course!”
“She’s an earth pony, not a unicorn,” I committed placing the ring back where I found it.
A small blush slowly spread across her cheeks as she trotted over to another display case. This one was filled with ribbons and hairpins. Like the rings, this made me confused. How were ribbons considered jewelry?
A delicate chime from the door brought my attention away from the case. Entering the store was a brown coated stallion with a grey mane. He looked around the store, before settling on me. He was unable to do anything as seconds later he was swarmed by the other two ponies from the store.
I was brought back to the case as the store clerk spoke up, “for our earth pony mares we got a wonderful assortment of silk ribbons that will bring out even the dullest of manes. Of course, if you’re here, I can safely assume your mares mane must be magnificent to which these ribbons will accent perfectly.” Moving her hoof over to the pins she continued, “If ribbons aren’t what you're looking for, our selection of mane clips will have that special somepony melting in your… claws?”
“Hands, but close enough.” Moving over to the hairpins I skimmed them over. Most of them were fairly simple in design, but one of them popped out. A simple silver pin with a purple amethyst socketed along it. A small engraving on the side read ‘A Melody To Which My Heart Yearns’ in gold.
Being the mare she was, the pony helping me out looked over and smiled, “Ah, an excellent clip if I do say so myself. It was crafted by a world renown griffon in the shiver beak mountains. His wife was a musician, to which this clip was inspired from.”
“Do all of your jewelry here have backstories?”
The mare scoffed as if I just insulted her, “Of course! That’s why you buy them! It's not as if jewels are hard to come by here in Equestria.”
“I see. Well, if I don’t find anything else before Christmas comes around then I’ll take this one off your hooves.” I stated.
“Christmas?” the mare questioned.
“Oh sorry, got my names mixed up. I meant hearth's warming,” I corrected myself.
The mare smiled as she closed the case, “Let's just hope that it won't be taken by then.”
“I’m sure even if it is, you’ll find me something just as nice,” Leaving the mare on good terms I once again wandered out into the streets of Canterlot. Ponies were out and about doing their own hearth warming shopping as they pursued all the different types of shops.
Continuing my walk, I found myself turning down a couple of side streets, leading me to come upon a deserted antique shop. Where the store lacked in customers it easily made up for in merchandise as the shop was filled to the brim with cool little nick nacks. Seeing this through the store window, I entered the front door.
As the doorbell went off a soft voice spoke out from the back of the shop, “Welcome, let me know if you need any help.”
Noting her statement, I walked up to the nearest shelf. The store held a very wholesome atmosphere, and the merchandise reflected this. The shelf I was currently looking at held a multitude of ceramic mugs with different phrases and or images painted on them.
The more I looked at the different mugs the more my mind started to tick. Then suddenly it hit me, a gift that would be perfect for the tea-loving mare. Walking throughout the store with a single item in mind I came to find out that they did not carry it. At least I did not see any on their shelves.
Walking to the back of the shop, I stopped in front of the counter looking around for where the mare that called out to me when I entered was. Shrugging I tapped the bell and within seconds the mare popped her head up from under the counter.
“Hey!”
“HOLY SWEE-” I cut myself off as I come to see the mare with a smile on her face leaning her head against her hooves. “You always scare the living daylights out of your customers?” I question taking in a well-needed breath to calm myself down.
“No, your just the lucky one!” She continued with her warm smile, “so what can I do for you? Find something you like?”
“I was wondering if you carried any thermoses?”
“Thermo what now?”
“Thermoses, you know a bottle that keeps your drink warm.” I continued trying my best to describe it.
“How would that even work?” She questioned, “you would need some strong magic to keep the heat in. Not only that but it would cost way too much for the enchant. On top of that, you would have to get the enchantment recharged every month. It would be way easier and much cheaper to just go out to the nearest coffee shop.”
“Huh, so thermoses don't exist here?” I questioned more for myself then for the mare.
Nevertheless, the mare replied, “Not here in Canterlot at least.”
“Interesting, do you know anyone that specializes in steel molding?” I asked the mare. It was a long shot, but maybe just maybe I could develop Equestria's first thermos.
“Hmm,” The mare thought, “there’s Dusty out in the industrial district a couple blocks down. He dabbles more in glass blowing but I heard he was once a blacksmith back when the Canterlot market was first founded. He’s your best bet, I assume you’re going to try and bring that thermos here to Equestria right?”
“Hit the nail on the head there. I think I got a way around using magic that needs to be recharged. you know if he's open today?”
“Don’t think so, he’s usually works in the morning. I doubt he would be at the forge this late in the afternoon.”
This piqued my curiosity, “this late? Isn’t it like 3 pm?”
“Try more like 6 pm, have you looked outside? The suns already setting.”
Turning around, I looked back out of the window to see the light slowly fading. I must have been pursuing the stores longer than I thought. With the sinking feeling in my chest, I immediately bolted towards the door. I still had to catch a quick shower and clean myself up before I made my way to the concert hall. On top of that, I wanted to be an hour early to see if I could find Octavia's parents and give a good first impression to her father.
“Thanks for the info,” I shouted back opening the door.
“And thank you for stopping by! Come back soon, I want to hear more about that thermos thingy.” The mare happily called out.
“Will do,” I said as the door closed and I made my way back to my house.
The winter air helped cool me down as I rushed down the streets. Ponies that were happily chatting to themselves and looking at the wears through the windows of shops, turned their gaze towards me as I ran as fast as I could down the streets. My eyes darting from clock to clock as I neared my home.
Even with me being pressed for time I couldn’t help but smile. It had been so long since I was in a rush to get somewhere on time. Not only that, but that somewhere was a concert hall to where I would witness Octavia’s performance.
By the time I entered my house, it was half past six. Tossing my clothes into the corner of the room I quickly entered the bathroom and took a hasty five-minute shower before shaving and brushing my teeth once again.
Brushing back my hair, I walked out and opened up my satchel. Picking out the nicest pair of clothes I had I placed them on. Since I had no time to put things away I tossed the brush over my shoulder and adored my jacket once again.
Locking the door behind me, I made my way to the main street for the third time today. Looking up and down the street, my brain seemed to stop working in all the chaos as I completely forgot what way the theater was in.
“Come on brain! Now's not the time to forget!” I muttered to myself as I took a look down the street. With luck, my mind was jolted back into gear, when my eyes landed upon The Well Bean. Having my bearings now sorted out, I made my way towards the theater.
With the theater now in sight, I took notice of all the other ponies walking the same way I was. Many stallions in tuxedos, with their just as lavish mares accompanying them. To be honest, I felt underdressed even with my white button up and black bowtie. Then again, ponies don’t really wear clothes to begin with, so I must be at least one step above the average Joe.
Like most performances, when I reached the front foyer it was packed. I barely had enough room to walk as I tried to make my way over to the theater entrance. Luckily, with my hight, it was easy to spot the doors, not only that but my height allowed a familiar pony to call me out.
“Erik over here!” Harmony called out from the bottom of one of the two stare cases. She wore a simple white dress that had an expertly place cut to show off her flank and rear leg.
Smiling at a familiar face I made my way over to her, “And here I was thinking I was going to watch the entire performance alone.” I joked bending down to give Harmony a small hug, “How’ve you been?”
“Excellent with my daughter’s performance just minutes away, but a bit miffed that Sharp here keeps putting off the repairs for the stove.” Harmony joked back as she nudged the stallion beside her.
Harmony’s husband Sharp, as he was named straighten up as he looked me over. His eyes were just as his name would lead one to believe. They were cold and ruthless as they sized me up. I swear I could feel the damage run down my spine as he walked forward with his hoof outstretched.
Reaching out my own hand I shook his. Like his eyes, his grip was strong all the way through. I did my best to meet his own strength, in our little game.
“So this is my little Octavia’s new friend. You got a good grip on you.” Sharp stated as he went back to his wives side, “I’ve heard a lot about you not only from Octavia but Harmony here too. It’s quite rare that she speaks highly of anypony.”
This got Harmony to hoof him in the foreleg, “I speak highly of everypony, plus I think Erik here is a little more than a friend to our dear Octavia.”
Sharps eyes immediately shot to me, the cold of the past stares replaced with a burning heat. I took a tentative step back, bumping into a pony in the process. Harmony put a hoove to her mouth as Sharp snickered. This, of course, rewarded him with another hoof to the foreleg from Harmony.
I was confused at the moment whether to like or dislike her for her current actions. Either way, I turned around to apologize.
“Sorry about that ma’” was all I could say as I found myself standing right before Celestia.
“It’s quite alright Erik,” This caught my attention. Since when did the Princess remember commoners names? Even more so, why do I find myself bumping into her recently?
Giving her a curious gaze I decided to prod a little bit deeper, “I’m surprised you know my name, I’m honored.” I continued attempting to keep the respect, hoping that it would ease her into answering my question between the lines.
“I hear you’re making quite the name for yourself here in Canterlot. What ponies have come to call ‘the performer’. Where do you get your pieces? Surely you do not create them all yourself.” She questioned.
I could see that I was not the only one trying to get information out of this conversation. Since she answered mine, I replied in kind, “I always give out the name of the composers to those who ask. Which piece do you wish to know?”
Hook, line and sinker, I caught the all-knowing princess out in the open. She had heard of my music, but she had yet to witness any of my performances. Ones of which if she had, she would have at least noted one of the names of the songs.
Sadly, that was the end of the conversation as her sister -the goddess of the moon- Luna interrupted us, “The show will start soon, we should take our seats.” Nodding to her sister, Celestia politely ended our conversation.
Turning back towards Harmony and Sharp I come to see two very different reactions. Harmony’s being impressed as she gave Sharp a smug smile. Sharp, on the other hand, was shocked. His once stoic stare was shattered before him as he shook his head.
“Praise from the princess herself. I seemed to have misjudged you, Erik.” He commented taking the moment to straighten himself.
Walking up to them I smiled, “Oh no, you were right the first time. I’m definitely a crazy street performer living off the scraps ponies throw at me.”
This got Harmony to laugh, while Sharp adorned a confused expression. Nevertheless, Harmony stepped in before things could get awkward as she lead us up the stairs and down a decorated hallway. Pictures of the princesses adorned the walls, plush rugs lay atop the marble flooring while chandeliers made of gold and ivory hung from the ceiling.
Unlike most places, these chandeliers were entirely electric. The glass keeping the argon gas at bay was made in such a way that it shattered the light into a multitude of colors upon the floor. I was quite surprised that such a simple item was taking ahold of my thoughts.
Shaking my head I looked back towards Harmony and Sharp in front of me. My mind switching tracks to a more acceptable topic: what was I going to get them for hearth’s warming? I was thinking of giving Harmony a record, one of which I would have to go out and listen to before I buy.
What was the hard part was Sharp. I couldn’t for the life of me come up with a gift that would suit him. I know he likes music like the rest of his family, but to what extent? I could go the classic route and get him some whiskey, maybe a cigar to go along with it if I find out he smokes.
My mind kept buzzing away before I knew it the three of us were inside the theater taking our seats. It was at that moment, coming out of my thoughts that I took in the seats we had. The theater was in a classic proscenium style, and the three of us sat in a side booth with an excellent view of the stage.
Since there was no actual play going on, the pit was left bare as the musicians undoubtedly got ready behind the red curtain. If it wasn’t for Harmony speaking up, I probably would have just sat there in awe of the view.
“Is this your first time coming to a performance?” She asked.
Chuckling I shook my head, “Not even close, you could say I’m a fanatic when it comes to this type of stuff. I don’t know how to put it in words, but the theater just gives off this… this-”
“Relaxing?”
“-yes! Relaxing atmosphere. I feel at home sitting in these seats.” I finished, getting into a better position in the chair. “So is it normal for guests of the performers to get such great seats?” I questioned noticing that not many other ponies were seated in the booths. In fact, the only others were Celestia and Luna stationed across from us.
Harmony smile never faltered, “I would expect no less from you. As for the booths, Octavia is one of the main parts of the orchestra. She has a unique position, and for what she does she’s really good at it. So much so that sometimes, if you’re lucky she gets a lead role.” The wink she gave me left a lot to be questioned.
“She sometimes gets the lead role?” I almost yelled out. I knew Octavia was good, but I never imagined her to be ‘that’ good. It was almost kind of frightening to hear. I was acting all chummy with a mare that could well be the best cellist in Equestria.
Noticing my shock, Harmony made sure to calm me down, “While she’s good at what she does, she’s still a mare.” With that, she gave me a second wink as the lights in the theater dimmed and a pony in a tux came onto the stage.
As the noise settled down, the stallion spoke out “Welcome all to the 52ed annual Canterlot Winter Concert! As you all know there will be three performances an intermission then another three to close off the night. So without further adieu, I present to you the Canterlot Orchestra.”
I got chills just from the entrance alone as the curtains slowly raised to show the entire orchestra sitting in their positions. Way in the back with all the other basses, Octavia stood leaning up against her cello in a simple black dress. Her pink bowtie was the dead give away, that it was, in fact, her standing up there.
Almost as if she knew she was being watched, Octavia looked up towards our booth before her eyes settled on me. I would have died right then and there as Octavia’s smile pierced my anti-pony-human relationship shield; if it weren't for the fact that Sharp whispered, “Don’t get any funny ideas.” in the background. Giving her a smile back, I sat back and prepared myself for the first notes to hit my ears.
And hit my ears they did. Soothing notes erupted from the piano in the back as they twisted within the air. I could already feel the Hearth's Warming rhythm pick up as the chimes came in. Almost immediately the violins came in with a very subtle crescendo. What I was not expecting was the punch the rest of the orchestra gave when they joined into the song.
As the tempo increased so did my smile. Just like before, every note, every rest was played precisely. The piano melting in with the rest of the instruments like they were all one put this orchestra far above the rest. Nothing was overpowering, they all took their time in the light equally. It was as if silk was being poured out of their instruments and into my ears.
I could see how much emotion each pony was putting into the music. Pure unadulterated passion was being displayed here as they continued on. The supporting instruments dropped off with the beat of the drum, leaving the piano to do its job. With a little help from the violas, it made for a really nice low point in the song. A place to which one could reflect.
With the chimes ringing out again, the rest joined in as the music filled the auditorium. Just like the music, I played; I could visualize the festive spirit within their notes. Sitting back I closed my eyes as I allowed myself to get immersed in the music. A dumb smile probably plastered across my face as I nodded to the beat.
Time was left at the door as I completely lost myself in the music. The orchestra didn’t disappoint as they continued to repeat the main part a couple more times bore diving into the ending. To be honest it sounded a lot like David Eman and Trevor DeMaere Heart of Christmas piece. Although this piece was much longer than three minutes.
I didn’t even notice the change in song as they seamlessly transitioned into the second song. How they managed to transition into a higher tempo song was a mystery my ears were happy they witnessed.
Like the falling of snow, the violins sawed away at the notes ever so slightly getting louder. Until the flute came in with its little accent. Drums and the bass instruments followed in tow, building up the foundations of the piece.
Before anyone knew it, the song was in full swing. The brass was added in to add that extra punch as the flutes kept the overall atmosphere tied down. It felt as if I was stepping into a world of untapped beauty as I sat their eyes still closed.
It wasn’t till the song brought out the heavy bass that my body decided to shoot another chill up my spine. If I were to make another comparison I would have to say the closest thing to this was Dos Brains Elements. The two held the same tone and feel, but the twist the orchestra here put on it made me wanting more as the song started towards its end.
Like most songs in this category, it ended off with its built up climax. I for sure was not the only one experiencing chills as they brought the masterpiece to a close. Leaving a lone flute to dance along the air.
The long pause, caused my eyelids to open as I looked out towards the stage. Ponies were switching out their sheet music as the unicorn conductor tapped his baton against the music stand bringing the entire orchestra to attention.
With a sharp dive, the last piece before the intermission came alive. To say I was shocked as the familiar notes of Gustav Holst Jupiter rang out from the stage would be an understatement. It was note for note, this surely was too perfect to be a coincidence. How could a song like this exist in a different world? Hell, I’m pretty sure Jupiter doesn't even exist here to which the song was inspired off of.
Either way, I was not disappointed, in fact, it was quite the opposite. I had yet to hear this one performed in person and what better orchestra to perform it than this one.
Once again I sat back listening to the music. It was just like I remembered, the cheerful notes and rapid tempo made you want to go out and enjoy the winter weather. The way the piece utilized every single part of the orchestra made it one of my favorites back at home. Sadly, in order to play such a song correctly, it required an ensemble like this. To which a lowly street performer did not have the pleasure of partaking in.
I felt my body loosen as the soothing notes came into play. A dance between the strings and brass brought a new light into this theater. I never saw this song as a winter song, but the longer they played, the more I warmed up to the idea. Especially in the end as the pitch dipped down before shooting back up with the chimes.
Trumpets blared out their highly-emotional notes as the trombones, baritones and french horns battled against them with their own low tones. This was all mixed together in the final measures as the flutes and chimes brought the rest of the orchestra together under the banner of the trumpets as they hammered down their last note.
I was motionless as silence fell over the auditorium. It had been a while since I had been taken by this type of music. It truly brought a tear to my eye as I stood up and clapped. This, in turn, brought everyone else out of their stupor as they too joined in and started to stomp on the ground in applause.
Turning around the conductor raised his right hoof to the musicians. Doing this the musicians stood up and they all bowed before the curtains closed. A part of me was still in shock as I continued to look out towards the stage.
Seconds later, the stallion at the beginning came out once again announcing that the intermission will be a half an hour long. Hearing those words I looked over to Harmony and Sharp who were talking to one and another about the performance.
Not wanting to bud in, I made my way back out into the hall to collect myself. After a quick once over, I made my way down to the main lobby in hopes of getting some refreshments. A little bit of scotch would make this probably one of the best theater experiences I’ve had in a long time. Because nothing beats listening to live music with a brandy in hand.
Thankfully, as I walked down to the lobby I spotted the bar almost instantly. Walking up lazily, I tapped the bar and placed six bits down on the table, four for the drink two for the tip.
“Scotch on the rocks,” I commented causing the bartender to give me a confused look.
Remembering that I’m not on Earth anymore, I rolled my eyes and corrected myself. “What do you got that's strong?” I question recalling the time I last drank at Octavias.
Bringing out two bottles I noticed one of them right off the batt, Applejack Daniels. Pointing to it the bartender filled up a small glass with tree ice cubes in it. Picking up my bits he placed one more shot into the glass, “A little extra for the inconvenience.”
Smiling at my new favorite bartender, I picked up the glass and raised it to him, “To inconveniences then,”
Chuckling back the bartender raised his hoof, “To inconveniences.”
Taking a small sip as to save most of it for the show I turned around almost bumping into yet another familiar face.
“Dolce! I thought you went back to manehattan?” I questioned her as I moved back over to the bar. Tapping the table I pointed towards Dolce. Nodding at my signal the bartender finished up washing a wine glass and arrived before us.
Dolce hoofed me in the shoulder, “A mare can’t enjoy some fine music on this winter's day?”
“My mind was pointing towards the fact that you're in an orchestra as well. Didn’t they plan anything for the winter in manehattan?” I countered.
Waiting for the right time to enter the conversation the bartender stood there with a warm smile. “Of course, but I took today off. I rather spend my holidays without stress.”
“Of course,” I replied, “So what are you getting?” I questioned gesturing to the bartender.
“Oh I’m fin-” was all she could say before I budded in.
“Don’t worry I’m paying,”
Dolce gave me a scowl before a sly smirk adorned her muzzle, “then I’ll take your finest wine.”
Snickering at my deadpan stare, the bartender got her a glass and poured the wine. Just from the gold trim bottle, I could see my money pouch disappearing.
Regrettably, I asked, “How much is it gonna be?”
“28 bits,” he stated causing Dolce to almost spit out her first sip.
Sighing I placed down 30 bits. I could see Dolce taking her time drinking her wine. She had a satisfied smile on her face.
Surprisingly, the bartender spoke up, “as you say for the inconveniences.”
I just gave him a ‘really’ look as I scratched him off my favorite bartender's list. This, of course, made Dolce laugh so hard that she was forced to place her wine glass down in fear of spilling it all over the place.
“Laugh it up, I’ll be going back to my seat to enjoy the rest of the show. You can talk to the wine if the bartender doesn't feel like chatting.”
Unable to reply due to her laughing fit, I left Dolce behind as I ascended the stairs towards the seats. Sure it was a bit rude to just leave her there, but it was also rude to order the most expensive wine. Plus it didn’t help that I wanted to get back as fast as I could as to not miss anything happening on stage.
Entering the booth, Harmony and Sharp had booth stopped their conversations as they booth looked out towards the stage. Hearing my entrance Harmony looked over to me with a warm smile.
“Getting comfortable are we?” She questioned as I sat down next to her taking another sip of my whiskey.
“Is there any other way to enjoy the music here tonight?” I answered her with my own question.
Shaking her head at my antics she went back to chatting with her husband. I, on the other hand, continued to sip my drink as I sat back and admired the theater. Everything from the lighting to the seating was expertly thought out. I was impressed that even though the architecture was nothing special like some of the ones back home it still left an imprint on my mind.
A soft amber glow bathing the auditorium, the acoustics of the chatting ponies bellow and the aroma of rosin tipped bows. People back home seem to forget that sometimes. That it's not all about the fancy decor and caviar meals. It’s about the dedication, pride, and passion the ponies here labored for months over to get the notes perfect. It was about the feel of the warn seats, the dusty lights hanging above and the tattered seems of the curtain.
This place held a history that could not be replaced. It harbored hundreds of stories in every crack in the furnishing. Just like the music that was played here, this building had its own song to sing. One of laughter and sorrow, anger and surprise. It brought a smile to my face as I took another small sip. The bitter taste of alcohol washing away my worries to make room for everlasting memories.
Alas, it wouldn’t be a theater without the performance. Ponies began to settle down as the curtain shuffled and the stallion from before stepped out onto the stage. Like before he introduced himself before continuing on with the schedule.
“Hope you all are comfortable because these next three songs will be some of the most unique pieces the Canterlot Orchestra have ever done.” And with that said the stallion exited the stage as the curtains parted to reveal Octavia in the middle of the stage with a lowly piano. I guess the stallion was right. We were in for something unique.
While duets weren’t really all that rare, the interesting part was seeing them put one in instead of a full piece with all the other members. Nevertheless, I was not arguing as the two pulled their first notes out into the air. The melody from the cello skirted the auditorium as the piano filled in the rest.
Was it wrong for me to be a bit jealous that the two sounded amazing together? Yet, no matter how much I wanted one to outshine the other it never happened. Octavia, as I’ve come to realize was perfection. She would settle for nothing short, and looking out towards the stage was a testament to that.
She cared little for the reactions of the audience as she closed her eyes and let her hooves pull at the strings. Her raven-black hair brushing up against the neck of the cello as her back hoof wrapped around the front of it to keep it from sliding as she leaned against it.
As for the song, it sounded similar to a famous one back home called Langsam by Schumann. Just to be compared to his work is an honor, and here she was playing a song that sounded just like it.
Once again I let my body relax as I sat back and took a sip of my brandy. The flavor of the oak casket it was fermented in stated its presence as I savored the drink. This was it, if I died right now I would die a happy man. In fact, I was now contemplating if that car that hit me actually did kill me, and I was now in heaven.
Either way, I made the most of it as the notes dance around me. The hard work of a lonely mare reaching the ears of thousands of ponies. It was ironic really, the fact that someone so famous would have difficulty making friends.
As the song faded to an end, I opened my eyelids once again to see Octavia give a slight bow before the rest of the orchestra made their way onto the stage. My eyes followed the grey mare all the way to the back to where she looked up at me once again with that same smile.
I gave her a little eye wipe, causing her to put a hoof to her muzzle sealing away her little chuckle. Turning my gaze to her parents I come to see Sharp staring me down while Harmony was looking at me with soft eyes.
It now occurred to me why Octavia found my little fake eye wipe so amusing. Smiling sheepishly to Sharp I leaned back in my seat and started to drown myself in some more brandy. Maybe if I crawled far enough into the bottle he wouldn’t find me, or more likely maybe I wouldn’t remember what he would do.
All my thoughts were shattered as the next song started up. I would have to hound myself later for missing a chance to fully immerse myself in the song right from the start. Yet, right now I don’t think it really mattered seeing as my smile once again came back.
The chills from the flutes came as they slowly brought the music to life. It felt otherworldly to how they were able to play such pieces with their hooves. Which now that I think about it was to be expected, seeing as they ‘were’ from another world.
Nonetheless, the main part of the song came in full swing as the piano rang out. This was followed by the delicate chimes and soft guitar notes. Things were really starting to interesting as I continued to listen on. Like thunder the drums made goosebumps appear on the surface of my skin. It’s intoxicating beat begging my foot to tap along.
Each note brought the volume higher till at the climax it slowly faded away like the morning mist. Leaving the beautiful dew drops behind to be kissed by the sun. With only the guitar picking away at their stings the song came to an end.
Like before the conductor planned for another seamless transition into the last song. It started off as a nice slow crescendo until the bass came in to support it. Soon the guitar made its entrance taking ahold of the melody as the rest of the ensemble supported it.
What left me smiling was that they had the courage to play new things. Mixing in the old with the new, keeping both sides of the same coin happy. Something to which I deeply appreciated, as it was that same philosophy that I followed.
Sinking my teeth into the music; I let my body follow the music. My foot now freely tapping away as my head swayed back and forth. Maybe I should follow in Octavia's path, travel along with other musicians and grow bigger. Was street performing really my end goal? Did it really make me happy?
These questions lingered in my head for a while as the music continued. In this state, I couldn’t really lie to myself. The answers to those questions were simple. Yeah, I did feel happy performing on the streets. It was where I found my love for music, it’s where I grew up playing. It truly was my end goal to which I can personally change the amount of income it produced.
The only thing that was nagging me in the back of my mind was if I missed an opportunity back home and when I first arrived here. What would have happened to me if I accepted the trials? As the music reached its peak I shook my head. Those were all ‘what if’s’ and right now I was euphoric listening to great music and watching even greater ponies perform it.
Slowly the music faded away as I felt a tear stream down my face. It caught me completely off guard. I was not sad nor in pain, yet here it was sneaking out of my eye and down my face. Quickly swiping it away I got up and joined the rest of the audience in their applause.
Like they did during the intermission, the orchestra got up and bowed with the conductor. I kept clapping away trying to get over the fact that it was all over now. My body was yelling for more, but my mind new that for now it was done.
“You really seemed to enjoy yourself,” Harmony commented over the crowd.
I nodded, wondering if my eyes were red from the tear earlier, “One of the best performances I’ve had the pleasure of witnessing.” I stated honestly, “did you know that Octavia was going to have her time under the spotlight?” I questioned.
Harmony didn’t answer, instead, she looked back out towards the stage. Her eyes landing on Octavia as she took another bow with the rest of the musicians, “To tell you the truth, I think Octavia didn’t care about being under the spotlight. I think the reason she’s smiling right now is because she had a friend that came to watch her.”
Hearing her words my eyes went back over to Octavia on the stage. Did I really mean that much to her? Or was this just her mom loosely throwing her thoughts around? Either way when Octavia once again looked up to us and waved a hoof with that perfect smile of hers it solidified a thought I had been recently thinking about.
I was in love with this mare.
Harmony seemed to notice something was up as she nudged me, “Let's go down and congratulate her.”
Sharp nodded as the two of them walked back into the hallway with me in tow. My mind was blank as I aimlessly followed the two ponies in front of me. Why did such a realization have to of happened now of all times?
It didn’t take long for the three of us to make our way downstairs. What took us the better part of half-an-hour was getting backstage. Since all the back doors were blocked off by security, we had to make our way through the crowd that was in the auditorium. Which would have been easy if it weren’t for the fact that hundreds of other ponies were trying to do the same thing as well?
Thankfully by the time we made it through, Octavia had already gotten packed up. With her case on her back and that simple black dress still on, I was left speechless as her parents went forth and embraced her. Octavia obviously returned the gesture with a warm smile.
Deciding to leave their family moment to themselves I waited patiently. Which oddly enough wasn’t long at all as Sharp of all ponies pulled me into the conversation.
“This young stallion here even shredded a tear at how good you were!”
“It caught me off guard,” I quickly retorted with a sheepish smile.
Harmony rolled her eyes at her laughing husband as she took him by the tie, “You two go on ahead, I have to teach this stallion some manners.”
I really wanted to reply ‘your the one to talk’, but opted not to as she gave me and Octavia some time to ourselves.
“As if being in the Orchestra wasn’t enough, you had your own duet.” I joked as I gave her my own little hug, “You did amazing,” I softly spoke as I broke the hug.
“My mother didn’t tell you before hoof did she?” Octavia questioned.
I simply shook my head, “no, I was pleasantly surprised when the curtains came up to reveal you and the pianist alone.”
“Good,” Octavia said moving a strand of her mane back behind her ear, “I wanted it to be a surprise for you.” Shuffling her hooves around she continued, “I’m really glad you came, it made this performance a bit different from all my other ones.”
“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” I commented as Octavia let out a cute little yawn, “Either way you must be extremely tired. I mean 6 performances with only a thirty-minute pause. I know my fingers would be screaming at me.” I jested showing her my digits. “Is there stuff you still have to do here?”
Octavia shook her head, “not that I’m aware of. Plus it would be nice to leave early before some of the fanatic ponies get through the security.”
“Shall I walk you back home then?” I questioned.
“Like you have to ask,” Octavia chuckled.
That was all the confirmation I needed as I and Octavia made our way out of the theater. The clouds from before were all gone now leaving the beautiful starry night sky out in the open. Equestria truly was a beautiful place.
“So, what did you do today?” Octavia questioned; taking me from my thoughts.
Looking down I couldn’t help but smile. She was so adorable the way she hid behind her lavender scarf, “I went out shopping.”
I didn’t even get the time to explain myself as Octavia let a chuckle escape her lips, “You, shopping?”
“Yes, I was shopping for hearth's warming if you must know,” I claimed.
This got her to stop chuckling, “You getting somepony a gift?”
“Not just one pony, but three ponies,” I corrected, “which reminds me I got to figure out a gift to get your father. Do you know have any ideas?”
“You don’t have to buy us anything, especially my dad who you just met,” Octavia lectured.
I turned my gaze back towards the road ahead of me. My breath freezing in front of me as I continued the journey, “I know, but they were so accepting of who I was. It feels like a waste to not give them something. As for you, I’m definitely giving you a gift, nothing can change my mind on that.”
This got her smile to widen, “Then I’ll be waiting patiently for the time to come. As for now let's take the next turn, there’s a shortcut through the park.”
Having nothing against it, I turned at the next intersection. Just like she said, there in front of us stood a small park. It had a lowly tree stripped of its leaves sitting in the middle with a rope swing attached to it. Getting closer Octavia to my surprise immediately trotted over to it.
“Ah I see the real reason behind this detour,” I commented as she placed her cello against the tree. It was heartwarming to see that Octavia still had a little kid inside her wanting to play around. To be honest, if I could get away with going on a swing without looking creepy I totally would.
“This way is faster! I just thought it would be a waste to not give it a few swings.” And just like that, she brushed the snow off of it and sat down on the old wooden seat. Her dangling hooves slowly swinging.
I myself stood in front of the swing, “do I get a turn?” I asked jokingly.
“No, but you can push me,” Rolling my eyes I decided to give her a little shove from the front. The arc she took back down towards me was mesmerizing. Her black dress fluttering in the wind, her amethyst eyes piercing through the dark as her hair flapped with her dress.
This continued on for a couple more swings. Me pushing her as she arched back and forth with that lovely smile of hers. Almost as if something snapped in my mind my body started to work on its own. My left arm reaching out towards the rope. As she came closer I grabbed onto it bringing her closer to me. We were now face to face as I slowly went in.
Before I knew it our lips were against each other.
Her eyes shooting open before slowly closing. Her front hoofs wrapping around my neck as we continued in the middle of the park, underneath the winter stars.