//------------------------------// // Chapter 13 // Story: Lyra's Diary // by KMCA //------------------------------// Dear Diary, Piano. Matthew Brennan plays the piano! Even the best unicorns would be hard pressed to match him. I swear I didn’t force him to sit down or anything! I opened the door between the shop and the apartment upstairs and he was pressing random keys. I had thought nothing of it as even a foal will press random keys on a piano when bored. I went upstairs, interrupting Vinyl and her marefriend in a rather intimate moment so I could make my purchase. If Matthew was bored by music I wanted to spend as little time here as possible with him so he wouldn’t think I’m boring too. Image my surprise when I opened the door to the shop and heard him playing. A quick piece that left me feeling vaguely homesick. Vinyl being Vinyl was about to interrupt before Octavia slapped a hoof over her mouth, apparently she was as interested as I was in his playing. The next song he played almost broke my heart, about halfway through Vinyl buried her face in Octavia’s mane and started crying like a foal who lost her parents at market. Octavia faired much better her legendary composure limiting her response to watery eyes and a single sniff. I would have probably ended up like Vinyl if I wasn’t worried that he could stop at any second. I think that he was trying to hold himself together. When he noticed us I could swear I saw a tear in his eye. Now that I’ve had time to recover I can’t help but feel better after that experience. Is that part of the magic humans possess? Not the pony ability to draw others into the music but the ability to put the music into others, or perhaps to draw the emotions out of others. I’m scared of achieving results. What if he plays something that turns me into a violent monster. What if I can’t hold all the emotions. What if his people are some form of changeling, drawing the emotions out for easy feeding. I need to stop being silly. Judging by how embarrassed he looked when he caught us listening I think it’s far more likely he accidentally shared a of himself with us than took a piece from us. I hope that doesn’t mean he proposed to the three of us… I’m not sure I could handle being in a herd. Signed, Emotionally Drained. P.S. I managed to find the second piece of music I heard him play. In the hopes that eventually ponies will someday have access to the human “internet” I have copied the “address” of this piece of music. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6ochFRSU64