“Have you ever heard anything so amazing!?”
“What a talent!”
“Bravo! Bravissimo!”
“Encore! Encore!”
A huge audience roaring their approval. The eyes of hundreds upon her.
The artist takes a simple bow, having taken her turn to shine. And yet...
“I am alone...”
Days later, a letter arrives.
A simple request, yet an extraordinary requester.
“It’s been many a year since last I played. I am worried I may have lost my touch.”
A reply is sent, simple and neat.
Weeks pass. The artist has a star pupil, yet one of whom she dare not speak.
And even now...
“So many to hear me play, yet none who listen.”
Nobody has commented on this chapter so allow me.
Pickle barrel cumquat. chimmy cherry changa.
That is all.
I'm really enjoying this story but if so many chapters are so short would it not be better to have them at the begi9nning of the next chapter or at the end of the previous rather than make them their own chapter and make the fic seem more lengthy and daunting than it truly is?
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The longer the better I usually say, although in this case you are right. Sorry for being so late...
I am never going to get first comment on any lonely chapter in this entire story, am I. Stupid Phoenix.
You put the bow to the strings
Played every night
Crowds would gather
But it would never seem right
Is this what it's like
Living with fame?
Now you have nothing
Just people screaming your name
Really, though, if you had done your research beforehoof, you'd have known that nopony in Canterlot goes to the orchestra to listen to music. They go to be seen.