The dark blue pony with a Cutie Mark consisting of two double quavers opened his eyes. Shaking his slightly darker blue mane, he smiled, sitting up and looking towards the piano resting in the corner of the room. Rising, he walked over to the window, opening it and smiling as the sun warmed him.
“Good mooorning world,” he whispered to himself, closing his eyes as a fresh breeze washed over him. Chuckling, he turned, heading for his piano. Sitting down, he brushed his hoof along the smooth surface. After a moment, he flipped open the lid, and pressed a single key. As the single note rang out, his ears flickered.
In the distance, a violin began to play, joined by the sound of a bass beat, likely coming from the unlikely duo down the street. If he really perked his ears, he could also hear a lyre being played. Hovering his hooves over the piano, he closed his eyes, and breathed out, letting the music wash through him.
“Good morning world,” he sung, playing the notes that melded his voice with the song already outside. Wordlessly, the song changed, welcoming his presence, and they began to play. Key presses soon transformed into a more complex beat, and his quiet voice slowly faded. Mouth still moving, his mind was focused completely on his task.
“-Giving way to the dawn of this new day.” Playing a few notes, all sound slowly faded, and the sounds of Ponyville waking began to fill the silence. Sitting there for a few moments, he merely listened to it, a smile on his face. Finally, the smells of breakfast blew in through the window, and he rose to make some toast.
Eating his breakfast, Noteworthy looked out the window, planning his day. Wiping his mouth, he stood up, and left his home. Looking around, he noticed one of the local kids glance toward him as she passed. Flashing a smile, he turned to lock his door, and headed toward the markets for shopping.
“Half a dozen cherries please,” he spoke, holding out the money. Putting the cherries in his bag, he turned, heading for Applejack’s stall. Placing his order, he turned to his final location, Sugarcube Corner, and entered. Sure enough, Pinkie Pie was watching the register. Giving a warm smile, they both nodded in greeting.
“Could I get some pie crust? Gonna bake myself a pie for dinner. Oh, and one cupcake as well.” Taking his items, Noteworthy bid farewell, and left the building. Heading towards home, he noticed Lyra playing on a bench, and tossed her three bits. The two exchanged a musician's knowing look, and he moved on.
Dropping his items off at his house, Noteworthy moved the basket of apples Applejack had delivered inside, and once more locked the house. Turning, he trotted cheerfully toward the local restaurant. Heading inside, he punched himself into work, and put on his apron. Turning, he began to serve customers.
The moment the sun hit the horizon, he punched out, hanging up the apron. A bag of bits was tossed toward him, and he waved goodbye to his employer. Walking home, Noteworthy yawned, entering his house. Looking around, he flicked on the light, and moved to make dinner. Eating it, his eyes closed, a smile on his face.
The sun finally set, and the moon rose. Rising, Noteworthy headed to his bedroom just as the sounds of music began once more. Joining in, his voice managed to muster the energy to sing, despite his exhausted state. As their song went over Ponyville, lights began to turn off. Even the electronic sounds of the DJ was smooth, easing ponies into their night.
“Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky;
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.”
Yawning, Sweetie Belle looked to her notes, and began her flight back to Canterlot. There was no rush, and she could sleep all day now her task was done. Watching a pony's day was exhausting, but it would be worth it. Putting the notebook in her saddlebag, she glided over the town, humming the song to herself. Smiling, she sighed, looking toward the stars. As they twinkled, she almost hesitated.
“No, he won’t remember it after a few days anyway.”