It was a Saturday evening...
Rarity walked down the road to Berry Punch's bar. Mascara ran down the sides of her cheeks as fresh tears still came raining out of her eyes from her unfortunate experience. Her red dress was tattered from her epic flee from the Apple Garden restrant; where her latest "gentlecolt" had turned out to be nothing more than a total whoremonger. His true nature was revealed after chugging a few glasses of wine that were a little stronger than usual.
She had been wrong again. The only honorable stallion she ever did meet was Fancypants, but he wasn't an option ever since he married Fleur De Lis. Honestly, Rarity thought to herself, what did he ever really see in her! Rarity tried to chastise herself by forgetting that horrible thought of jealousy. Jealousy? Had she really come to be so low as to fall victim of jealousy? She didn't really care about that at the moment. She was more concerned with gulping down a strong cider to forget about all the bad in her life for a while.
She stopped only for a bit to stare at the rustic doors of Berry Punch's bar. Berry's grandfather was the stallion who had started up the place. He passed the ownership to Berry's father, and then Berry inherited it after her father passed away not too long ago. She used to have a drinking problem, until her father passed that is. The place was old, falling apart, and it's countless layers of paint couldn't hide the fact that the building was slowly falling apart. It still had another fifty years at most.
Rarity pushed open the doors and stepped inside. The dark stained floors sounded out in an ensemble of creaks under her hooves. A few round oak tables and simple chairs filled the empty space next to the actual bar counter. In the center of all the tables stood napkin boxes with little laminated menus taped on the sides. At the bar counter there was a rack of mugs hanging upside down, and no more than two were exactly the same. The counter itself was darker than the floor having been covered in stains from the numerous bums that spilled their drinks all the time.
Rarity was not the only one there. Berry Punch stood at her usual post behind the bar counter cleaning a shot glass. Slumped over the counter sat none other than Blue Blood, the former prince. Blue Blood was disowned by his aunts after he took advantage of multiple palace servants, all males. Between his lips sat a paper tube filled with burning green leaves, most likely pot.
A few ponies sat at the round tables. The CMC's secretly sat at one table studying a book titled "Political Statistics". They seemed tired, and nearly about to pass out where the three sat. At another table sat a stallion simply known as the Doctor. His wife, Ditsy, sat next to him silently feasting on a bowl of pretzels as they waited for their meal. Ditsy had a distant look in her eyes as she seemed to avoid her husband's glance. He tried to smile, but to no avail. The smile faded away from his face. And, at the back of the room stood an old mule known as Cranky. He was sitting in a chair hooving a harmonica next to an old piano.
The piano was quite a sight. It had been scratched and stripped in various spots. There were ancient burn marks where an ash tray no longer sat. The ivory keys were worn and yellow. The small piano looked as if though it had been through hell. The bench that sat in front of the piano was equally worn, but currently absent from its player.
Rarity took a seat at the bar counter away from Blue Blood. She still remembered her unfortunate encounter with the royal pain at a previous gala. "What'll it be Rares?" Berry asked with her red rag hanging around her neck.
Rarity looked away from the piano that she had still been staring at, "Oh. I'll just have the usual."
Berry reached up and took down a mug from the rack. She poured an amber colored cider into the mug, but not to the full point. She then pulled out an unmarked bottle from beneath the counter. Berry filled a shot glass with a rainbow liquid that came cascading out of the unmarked bottle. She then dropped the shot glass into the mug of cider with a plop. "There you go, your usual zap drop cocktail," Berry had no real emotion on her face at the moment, it was just business as usual.
"So, what's going on with everyone?" Rarity pulled the mug close but hadn't taken a drink yet.
Berry finally broke into a smile, always willing talk gossip, so to speak, with Rarity. "Well, I don't need to tell why Blue Balls is here... You already know about poor Cranky and how his wife passed away recently. He's just been moping about, trying to not think about the mistakes he's made." Rarity remembered. She was at the funeral with Pinkie. Poor fellow.
"I see my sister and her friends are looking into their next possible cutie mark," Rarity getured to the table where the CMC's sat.
Berry laughed again, "Yeah, they're at it again...politics." Both Berry and Rarity laughed at the thought of the three fillies studying politics. Reallity came back to Berry as she continued relaying the information about her customers. "Oh, and the Doctor and Ditsy over there... He got real busy with some stone pegasi fiasco, and forgot about their wedding anniversary." Ouch. "Yeah, they're both kind of on edge after some sort of fight." Rarity had that feeling again. Jealousy. At least Ditsy had a stallion she could call husband. Rarity raised her mug about to take a drink...
Unnexpectly the back door opened. "Oh finally Spike is back." Berry beamed. "This place needs some cheering up." Rarity went bug eyed when she saw the purple dragon stepping in through the back door. Almost on impulse she ducked behind the bar counter and watched Spike make his way towards the piano. Berry watched as Rarity repositioned herself out of Spike's view. "Something the matter?"
Rarity's face filled up with a guilty look, "Since when did he start coming here?"
Berry chuckled to herself, "He works here... He's been working here a while before you started coming. I hired Spike because he seems to know exactly what to play for every audience." Rarity continued to watch Spike who took his seat at the piano. He exchanged a smile with Cranky who readied his harmonica. Spike took a look around the bar and smiled. Rarity hid behind the counter until Spike faced the piano again. She remembered hearing a piano and someone singing, but she was usually too tired or too sad to notice who it was.
Spike began to play a tune, and Cranky breathed out a short melody on his harmonica. Cranky ceased his melody as Spike started to sing.
It's a regular day at Ms. Berry's bar,
The usual folks come prancin' in
There's an old mule sittin' next to me,
Trying to forget all his sin
Cranky smiled and played another quick melody before Spike started again.
He says drake can you play me a memory,
I don't really know how it goes,
But it's happy and great,
And there never was hate,
When I wore a younger colt's clothes
La la la di dee daaa
La la di dee daaa da dum
Sing us a song you're the piano drake
Play us a tune that's bright
Well we're all in need of some cheerin' up
And you will make everything right
Berry looked over and smiled at the astonished Rarity. She was captivated by Spike's now husky voice that sent a soothing chill throughout her body.
Ms. B at the bar is a friend of mine
Who gets me cider for free
And she's quick with a joke
Or a light up your smoke
But there's one place that she'd rather be
She says Spike I believe this is killing me,
As tears ran away from her face,
Well I'm sure that I could be a super star,
If I could get out of this place
Berry Punch just smiled as she sat back in a chair to enjoy Spike's song. Rarity rested her cheek on a hoof as she indulged the dragon's tune.
Oh La la la di dee daaa
La la di dee daaa da dum
Now the Doctor here is a traveler,
Who forgot to make time for his wife
But he's talkin' with Ditsy who gave 'im his baby,
And now they'll be happy for life
The Doctor turned to his wife astonished, "Ditsy? Are you..."
The mare looked up at him and admitted, "Yes I'm pregnant. I was afraid to tell you, and..."
A teary smile grew on her husband's face as he drew her in for a hug. "I love you Ditsy. I'm so so sorry."
Ditsy smiled knowing that her husband wasn't mad at her, "It's okay Doctor. It's okay." The two shared a kiss as the piano grew louder.
Crusaders are practicing politics,
As the royal buck slowly gets stoned
Blue Blood fell from his seat in a fit of anger as the whole bar burst into laughter.
We're fighting a curse we call loneliness,
Well they're better, and I'm still alone
Rarity shivered at that phrase "I'm still alone". He had friends, but no one particularly close. She wondered why he didn't already have someone in a close relationship. He was kind, helpful, brave, true to himself as well as others, and he was always so respectful to her and her friends. He was perfect. Rarity's mind began to wander. He was always there to help her when she needed him most. He was there when Trenderhoof had broken her heart. He even offered himself as a pin cushion for goodness sakes. He was always there for her.
That's right. He was there. He's here now. But, where was she. She felt as though he helped her more than she helped him. Why did he help so much. Did he do it just to be nice, or was it something more? Did he care for her? Rarity dared to touch the idea. Did he love her?
She remembered the fire ruby Spike had given to her. It was heart shaped, but fire rubies don't come naturally heart shaped. This realization almost made her heart stop. He carved that gem. He could have given it to anyone, but he gave it to her. Rarity felt a warm smile grow on her face. He loved her.
She stared at Spike who was now playing a complicated sequence of notes as his claws struck the keys. He wasn't smiling. That last line "I'm still alone" seemed to be haunting him. "Oh Spike." Rarity whispered to herself. How could she tell him? How would he react?
She wasn't about to wait and never find out. Rarity jumped out of her chair and hastened her seemingly long walk towards Spike and the piano. He looked up as he continued to play. To his surprise, Rarity began to sing to him.
Sing me a song you're my piano drake,
Play me a tune that's bright,
Well I'm not too much fond of this loneliness
But we can make everything right
Spike's face lit up with joy. To Rarity's delight, he began to sing again.
There's a pretty cute mare standin' over me
And I shake as she gives me a smile
'Cause I hope that it's me she's been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And her voice, it sounds just so beautiful
And she gracefully walks like a star
And she sits at the bar and puts love in my heart
And thinks, "Spike, darling we could go far!"
Rarity began to sing again.
La la la di dee daaa
La la di dee daaa da dum
A happy tear shuffled down the contours of the scales on Spike's cheek. He joined Rarity in singing the last verse of the song. Their feelings must have been in sync at that point as they sang the same exact words together.
Sing us a song you're the piano drake
Sing us that song that's bright
Well we're all in the mood for some happiness
And you've got us feelin' just right
Spike finished his cheerful tune on the piano, and he let his claws come to a rest on the keys. Everyone in the bar, except for Blue Blood, erupted into applause. Spike just smiled as he bowed his head humbly. The attention was great, but all he really wanted was to cheer up the crowd. Needless to say, it worked.
The CMC's chucked their "Political Statistics" book into the nearest trash bin. Cranky was smiling more than ever. The Doctor was cheerfully chatting with Ditsy who brought her husband to attention, "I was thinking of calling our new son Ginger Snap." Berry punch continued to echo the tune Spike had sung in a symphany of hums. And in the back of the room Spike and Rarity just stayed where they were, staring blankly into each other's eyes.
Rarity sat herself down on the piano bench next to Spike. A bittersweet air churned between the two of them. Finally Rarity spoke, "I'm sorry." Spike let his shoulders relax as he smiled.
"Rarity, you have nothing to be sorry for." He looked back to the piano as the smile ran away from his face.
"Spike. I was wondering something..." But before she could finish what she was saying, Spike held one of her dainty hooves in his claws.
"Rarity, would you like to go out with me next Saturday. If you want that is."
A smile overtook Rarity's face as an unexpected excitement rushed through her. "Spike, that would be nice."
In turn a confused Spike was not sure if he had heard her right. "Wait really?! You actually want to?" They sat there in a still silence.
Rarity again found herself staring into his emerald eyes. "Spike, just promise me you won't ever hurt me. Please?"
Spike was baffled by this, "I would never want to hurt you." Rarity's mind wandered again. Here he was all the time: someone who cared, a kind soul, and a cheerful spirit. Spike was respectful. He wouldn't hurt her, he's too nice to do that.
A warm smile grasped on to Rarity's face. She leaned in and ever so gently kissed Spike on the cheek. "Play me another song."
Spike smiled down at her, "As you wish Milady."
I enjoyed this alot. I read the story as I listen to Piano Man in the back ground and it made it a really entertaining experience. I would like to see you pair off Spike with different females each one to different songs. I think that would be a great series that many would become entranced with. Keep up the great work.
Okay, I can admit I was near tears during this, but it had comedy at just the right moments to cheer me up
I love the whole thing, including the lyrics. They fit the song properly, which most rewrites/parodies/versions would not. I mean that in way of syllables, as some versions would have to many or too little in certain spots that throw it off, but this is near perfect.
Woah. That was quite fantastic. Your version of "the piano man" is quite well done. Although I haven't heard the original, I did look up the lyrics. I think you did a fine job with this.
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Thank you for your wonderful comment. It means a lot to me when people take notice of my work.
If it gets to a hundred likes, I may end up recording the song to music. I'll post it on YouTube. If it gets to a hundred likes that is...
4240526 you should. I would definately listen to it. If you end up making the song, can you comment on here to say it is up? I would love to hear it.
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Will do. When, and if, the song is made, I'll post a link to it...
4239189 I did the same thing. Perfect mood.
This is really good. Like, really, really good.
“I didn't have time to write a short letter, so I wrote a long one instead.” -Mark Twain
That quote applies to story writing as well. It doesn't need to have over ten thousand words to make an impact on someone.
The writing is simply amazing, depth of characters as well, with the exception of Blueblood though.
All i can say is, thank you for this lovely read, hope you get those hundred likes, and may there be more stories like these in the future.
This was a brilliant story and it wasn't even too long. Perfect.
I must also thank you for giving me another song to add to my list of stuff
I did notice a few errors, that you can go ahead and fix.
'to' belongs in there after about.
simply* known
they're*
"out of"
Cranky*
Also you spelled his name as Kranky, the first time so might wanna correct that or change the rest to K.
Oh and I got confused, sometimes due to dialogue placing.
Like so,
Having two different speakers in one paragraph gets confusing, sometimes. Always a new paragraph for a new speaker
There are a few more instances of mashing up speakers but I think just reading through it again you can find it and just separate them.
Thanks for this warming little story. Just what I needed for my evening
GG OP. GG. As a fan of Billy Joel i really liked this story.
Well that was brilliant. Well done, Draco.
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Thank you for catching those mistakes. I'll be sure to go back and fix them...
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You're welcome
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Thank you, I don't hear that a lot.
Then again, this story is a lot better than my first, which needs to be nuked, and then rewritten from scratch.
I'm glad there's only a few grammar mistakes in "The Piano Drake".
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Don't hear what? "You're welcome"?
I'd suggest not nuking your first one, you know.
Re-write it, sure, but don't nuke the original. It's always nice to have that one thing where you first started so you can look back on it in a couple of months and think on where you started from.
But if you wanna go ahead and nuke it, hey, it's your fic
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Yeah. Your the first person to say 'your welcome'...
It's nice in general, to get responses at all.
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Yeah that's true. A response is always nice to get.
10/10 well done I hope you get the few mistakes fixed.
Also I think this is EqD material good luck if you submit.
4239189 I agree with your idea
Awesome fic, one of the best I've ever saw, the custom lyrics were simply FANTASTIC as the 9th doctor would say, keep up the great work, I cant wait to see more from you
Like, favorita and follow :D
Play it again,
Play it again. (Skip to 3:30)
Awesome songfic!
I'm not exactly a fan on how Blueblood was portrayed here, but hey, you needed examples on the many shades of misery life entails.
I'm liking the idea that the heart ruby Spike gave was something he carved. In the show, wasn't it that he was going to simply have it as a snack? Having carved it himself adds a layer of sneakiness to his character that is quite amusing.
Perhaps posting a link in the story when Spike starts singing to The Piano Man on YouTube might not be a bad idea? Or maybe that's too much of a distraction? Fimfiction does provide some interesting immersion options that other fanfiction sites don't.
This Spike story somewhat reminded me of Bittersweet Music by DuncanR, a excellent lesson about the pursuit of love. Hell, it almost seemed like this was a bit of a continuation on Duncan's story. Spike seems to have found himself and grown. He's got an aura of confidence.
I saw what you did there... The Fire Ruby, Ginger-snap...
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It was interesting how I came up with these...
The carved out fire ruby = I heard a youtuber make a comment about it (cause gems apparently aren't naturally heart shaped), so it sort of became my own head cannon.
Ginger Snap = I was at Panera ordering my meal when I saw this muffin labeled Apple Snap Crunch Delight. I could not resist, so I bought it, and I loved it. Anyway, the night I was writing the the story, someone gives me the Apple Snap muffin because they knew I liked it. At that moment I thought of the Doctor's obsession with being ginger (because "Doctor Who" was playing in the background), and Ditsy (Derpy) loves muffins. So: Ginger + Apple Snap = Ginger Snap...
I love writing...
Well...
OH MY GOODNESS!!!
It's reached over a hundred likes!
Now I must fulfill the promise I made in a comment in response to an earlier comment in the comment section...
I said I would make the song in the story, if it got to a hundred likes.
The song will be on the way, when there is time to make it...a link to the song will be added in the description upon its completion.
great job! excellent story
wow.....
i love this!
this story almost gave me a heart attack from all the feels! but it was totally worth it!
Cute
This story made me want to listen to piano man, now i cant stop playing over and over again... btw the story was good
Daawwwwwwwwww
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Yeah...you got like number 128 out of me.
The redone lyrics were fantastic, and I actually sung them out loud (Quietly, since everyone here's asleep and my voice is shyte)
They way you described everyone, and how they reacted and felt before, during, and after the song was damned-near perfect.
I agree you should do more modded songfics like this one...maybe have each of the Mane 6 come into the bar for dfferent reasons, and have Spike play them each a different song.
My feels have died of d'awww overdose and gone to Shipping Heaven.
This. Was. Amazing. I loved the ponyfied Piano Man lyrics and the story itself was just amazing. This is 100% Rarity approved.
Teehee.
Blue Balls.
SING US A SONG...
This. This took all my feels and love and shipped them to Rarity and Spike. I applaud you for that.
But now you've got everyone hooked on "Piano Man", think you could do a ponified version of "We didn't start the Fire"?
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Maybe... I haven't heard that song yet (please don't shoot me for being uncultured). I can give it a try...
Why not just give a girl whose favorite song as of late is Piano Man and ponify it really really well? That certainly won't give her a heart attack.
Really though, I just somehow knew this was Piano Man related when I saw the title. And I enjoyed it.
One small issue: you're supposed to start a new paragraph each time the speaker changes.
ARRGH!
I LITERALLY HAVE A PIANO MAN STORY THAT DOES ALMOST THE SAME THING SITTING IN MY UNPUBLISHED STORIES BOX!
Whatevs. It's been about two months since I last worked on it, anyways.
Billy Joel makes for some interesting stories since his lyrics are so detailed and intriguing. You did a good job with modifying the lyrics (something I seem to struggle a bit with), and it's a decent story overall.
Good job, my dear sir!
Sweet little story.
I first saw this story a few hours after rewatching "Over a Barrel." I was just thinking about how Spike can play the piano and that I never see anything referencing that. Then I see this.
I really loved this story. It was well put together and had just a great mix of elements. Reminds me of why I like seeing Spike and Rarity paired up. Plus, it's based around one of my favorite songs. Great work.
4271468 There's a VinylxSpike story in which Spike plays a keyboard.
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Oooh, I'll have to find that one.
4273313 No need. I've got it right here.
Heart Invasion 101
Believe it or not, this is the pioneer for this ship. It was almost immediately featured, and the ship blew up for a couple days after. I only know 'cause the writer's a good friend of mine.
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Thanks. It's certainly a ship I'd never heard about before. I'll make a point of reading it soon.
4279784 It's still a fairly new story, but he's apparently about to start on a writing spree, so hopefully that will have started by the time you read it. Lol.
Prince BlueBalls disowned by the royal family? Too Damn funny, Spikey can never hurt his lady, Knights Dragon Code.
4955469 I am a sir, and thank you for letting me know you enjoyed my story. It is always a pleasure to receive comments from readers.
And to answer your questions about Blue Blood: yes, yes, and yes...