//------------------------------// // 42. Piano Pony // Story: Kill Me Now // by Golden Script //------------------------------// “That was great.” She scared me to death, back alive, and to death again; I think I literally jumped to the beams above and held on for a minute. “W-w-when did you get here?!?” I yelled from the beams above, she grabbed me in her magic, it was warm and comforting, like a mothers hug, but I had never experienced that so I didn’t know. “Mmm, about half way through.” She decided. She set me down “so you heard that, huh?” I had never played in front of anypony, ever. “Yeah, and it was great!” she said enthusiastically. “You really think so?” I had never been told my music was good, ever. “Of course.” She hugged me. “Thank you.” I hugged back. “Would you mind playing something else?” I froze; I had never willingly played for another being. “That… might not be a good idea.” She took a step back. “Why? You played for me now, why not again?” she cocked her head to the side. “Well, I didn’t know you were listening.” I looked down in embarrassment. “Sorry for eavesdropping, by the way.” She looked ashamed. “Don’t be, if you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have had the confidence to play another song.” A smirk crept its way to my face. “So you will play another one?” I nodded and she smiled wide. I sat down in front of the piano again, placing my hooves and wings on the keys, I was playing a simple tune last time so I didn’t need my wings, if I was going to play something to show off I needed all the help I could get, I started to play another song, I stopped half way through the introduction. “Could you sing?” I asked Twilight. She looked stunned “what? No, I can't sing for anything.” She looked down again. “Really? Say ‘hmmmmmm’ if you can.” I sustained the humming for another minute; she matched me perfectly, if an octave higher. “I told you I couldn’t sing.” She looked down and to the side. “That was perfect, Twilight. Just listen for now.” I started to play and eventually sing. (Start at 0:35 please) When I was done I looked to her “now you.” I started to play again. “Wait! How am I supposed to do that? I only just heard this song!” “I’ll sing with you, just copy me.” I reassured her with a smile. “ok.” I started again, we started to sing together. “That was beautiful, Twilight.” I smiled at her. “Thank you.” she blushed. “So what now?” I didn’t know if she wanted to sing more or if she was embarrassed, I couldn’t tell. “Fixinit should be home in a few hours, we can sing until then, unless you don’t want to.” she caught herself at the last second, she didn’t want to force me to do something I was uncomfortable with, but then again, she made me sleep with her, so I was confused where the line was, I pushed these thoughts out of my head. “I’ll do it till you want to stop.” I started another song and we sang like there was no tomorrow. ----- Later that day Fixinit came home from work and we had to stop. Silver was obviously disappointed, he kept staring at Fixinit. Now that I think about it, he’s done that every time he sees Fixinit. Why is that? “Hey, Fixinit how was work?” I asked him to break the tension. “Work was ok, we had a clock in pretty bad shape, but it wasn’t a problem.” He walked over to the couch and sat down; he started to sift through the schematics like yesterday. “What’re you going to do with those?” he just looked at them, never acting on what he saw. “I’ll probably make pony accessible versions of them, design prototypes, then show time turner.” He never looked up. “That’s cool; did you know Silver played the piano?” Silver gave me a ‘why did you do that?’ look. Fixinit looked up “I did not. Let’s hear it. Wait, where’s a piano?” “It’s in the attic. C’mon.” I lead the two stallions upstairs. When we got to the attic I pulled down the ladder and climbed up, Fixinit followed me, then after a few seconds of hesitation, so did Silver. When we got up there I walked over to the grand piano. “This has been here for as long as I have, probably even longer.” I patted the top lightly. Fixinit sat his flank on the ground “well, on with the show!” he said in a mock accent; I remember it from somewhere. “Silver, c’mon.” I motioned him over, he hesitated but gave in. He sat in front of the instrument and placed his wings and hooves on the keys, and then he started to play a tune. “Wow, guys, that was beautiful.” Fixinit was in awe. “thanks.” I felt comfortable around Silver. “Yeah, thanks.” Silver hugged me. “Twilight, you never said you could sing, nor did you Silver. Why didn’t you tell me?” “I didn’t know until just earlier today.” I smiled at him. “I had never been told my music was even remotely good. I thought everyone hated it.” Silver looked down a bit. “Well, I thought it was great.” Fixinit smiled genuinely “now, what’s for dinner, I'm starved.” As if on cue his stomach growled and we all laughed. “I don’t know what spike made, but we should get down there, it smells like he’s done.” as Silver realized how good the room smelled his stomach grumbled, too. “And we better hurry.” Fixinit was right, we rushed downstairs to find spike sitting on the couch reading while sounds of cooking came from the kitchen. “Spike! What are you doing?” I was afraid he had left something unattended in the kitchen, it might boil over, or burn, or go bad. “reading.” He said in a nonchalant fashion. “Who’s watching the food to make sure it doesn’t go bad?” We heard a voice come from the kitchen “ah am, sugarcube. Don’t you worry none, ah got it awl under control.”