Me and My bow

by Windsocks

Chapter Six - Partners in Crime

To say I waited patiently would be a lie. Here I was a lowly street performer that played just well enough to scrape by with rent, waiting on a pony named Octavia. Even though here in this exhilarating new world, that leaked inspiration from every chip, crack and crevice I was nothing compared to the talented ponies that played during the festival.

So no, I was not waiting patiently as Octavia a pony that played for said festival got her cello ready to play a duet with me. Oh, the butterflies in my stomach just wouldn't settle down, even if I brought the bug spray. Instead, my mind started to wander over to what song to play. I had a couple in mind, but for the first duet, I wanted it to be something a bit more memorable.

Churning through my violin case, I come across a sheet of music that made me smile. A simple two-minute and twenty-second long song that I personally always wanted to play. The name of the piece was Before Time by Thomas Bergersen. An excellent composer of emotional music, one of which I had the pleasure of playing.

I knew that there was way more to the song than just the cello and a violin, but I deduced by the sheet music that it would sound just as great with the two of us. If anything it might add a new feeling to the song altogether.

“Did you find what you’re looking for?” Questioned Octavia as she came downstairs lugging a large black case on her back. I was quite surprised -what with a cello being so big- that she was able to comfortably balance it.

Nodding in response, I placed the sheet music on the table. “I think this will do. It’s short, not to complex as to be impossible to learn and lastly, to top it all off, it sounds amazing.” I commented snapping shut my case before looking back over to Octavia.

“Amazing? I’ll be the judge of that.” Octavia playfully stated as she trotted over to the table and looked over the sheet. “You’re right with the simplicity of it. Give me a couple more minutes to look it over and it shouldn't be too hard to follow along.”

I let a small smile escape my lips, “A piece is only as-”

“Simple as you make it. I know.” Octavia finished my sentence. Her eyes continuing to scan over the piece, no doubt looking at parts where she could add her own little flair. As would I, except when it comes to adding in my own two cents, I usually go off improve rather than plan it out. I find it's more exciting playing that way.

“Alright, let's give it a go,” She said opening her case.

I watched in amazement as Octavia -a pony- took her cello out, leaned it against her shoulder, rosened up her bow all before standing up on her back hooves. Back on Earth if she did this people would be either screaming or taking pictures with their smartphones. The only question is, which one of them would I be?

“Ehem Erik?” She questioned breaking me out of my thoughts, “are you going to get ready?”

Shaking my head I nodded, “Yup, ready when you are,” I quickly replied recomposing myself.

Octavia nodded as she looked back at the sheet music. One of which was now placed on a stand in front of her. Taking a deep breath she placed her bow to the strings and pulled the first note into the air. Their it lingered, like fog on the early morning water. My eyes glazing over as I relaxed myself to her music.

Hearing my part come up I cradled the violin in the nook of my neck as I placed my own bow against the strings. Unlike her long and gentle notes, mine came out sharp and short, mimicking the tick-tock of a clock.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as she came in right alongside me. A large base heavy note that ascends in pitch. At this point I let my fingers play the harmony off memory as I continued to listen to Octavia play the melody.

Chancing a glance, I looked over to her. Her beautiful violet eyes were half-lidded as she carefully read the music in front of her. The black strands of her neatly kept mane brushed up against her cello as she pulled another deep and powerful note into existence. I was mesmerized as I continued to follow along.

She was playing it perfectly, I could feel the emotions she put forth into each note. To my ears, the sound was so smooth and relaxing it reminded me of my bed back home. It reminded me of the rainy days I spent just for myself to sit back and relax.

Deeper notes came, longer pulls, and riveting vibratos flue around the room creating a nostalgic feeling I had trouble putting into words.

I played this song a lot by myself in my apartment. I always used to practice the part where the violin came in. How overpowering it was to the main cello. Yet, now as we neared just that part, I didn’t want to drown it out. Instead, I wanted to keep listening to her play the melody.

So instead, I pushed these happy emotions into my part as it came. I listened as her notes got deeper, the flow of the song changing as I started to put in some more notes with my violin. Then in a clash of music our notes rang out in harmony as we both brought up the volume. My violin ringing out the high notes as she backed me up. A dance unseen by anyone else was taking place as we played together.

As the song started to near its end our roles switched for a couple of seconds before I dipped back down to the harmony. As the song faded with her last pull, we both sat in silence. I with a goofy grin on my face and Octavia’s relaxed one as she leaned against her cello.

“You two go well together,” Came the familiar voice of Harmony.

I didn’t notice that she was even watching. I wondered how long she was there, but judging by that smile on her muzzle it was probably from the very beginning. Leaning off the arch of the hallway, she laughed as she batted a hoof towards Octavia, “Not like that my dear, I was just commenting on how well you two played together.”

Looking over to Octavia I come to see her face beet red. I myself would have found this amusing if I was not involved with this matter as well. Sighing I shook my head at Harmony before laying down the line, “Don’t have to worry about me and your daughter. My people find it taboo to date out of our own species.”

“Really?” Harmony questioned giving me a curious glance, “Well, even if you did I wouldn’t be so much as worried then I would be excited.”

“Excited?” I questioned.

Harmony chuckled at my naivety, “Oh but of course you don't know.” She gave Octavia a wink before saying, “Octavia has ne-”

“MOM!” Octavia shouted.

Looking over at her I was surprised to see her face so red it was almost glowing. “You know I'm right here!” Harmony chuckled again as she left the room. Saying something about how she needed to check on the pie.

As she left Octavia looked over at me with a sheepish smile, “Sorry about that, as you can see my mom likes to speak her mind without thinking.” Her words left a different impression on me then her appearance did. It almost sounded as if she was disappointed or depressed about something.

Shaking it out of my head, I smiled back. “No problem, my mom is probably worse at that than yours. Hell, she’ll pull out the family scrapbook right then and there and start showing you pictures of me in my diapers.”

My plan seemed to have worked as her chipper tone came back, “I’ll have to come to visit your home sometime then.” She replied with a small chuckle.

“Yeah, sometime...” I trailed off. My mind wandering back to my family. What were they doing right now? With all that time gone, I wonder if they started searching for me yet. If so how long would they keep up the search before giving up? Knowing my mom she wouldn’t stop, even long after they stopped. At that moment it felt as if someone was squeezing my heart. It didn’t take long for me to realize what was happening.

“You got a bathroom? I gotta take a leak.” I question my voice shaken.

Octavia looked at me curiously before nodding, “Yeah, it’s just down the hall. First door on the right.”

Giving her a smile for thanks, I walked out of the living room and into the hall before quickly entering the bathroom. Locking the door, I turned around and faced the sink. Bending down I looked into the mirror. I was the same man I was back on Earth. A short beard had grown from my lack of a razor. My messy brown hair and lastly my blue eyes surrounded by red from holding back what I felt in the living room.

I knew this feeling all too well. Moving out of my mother's house to New York brought the same feeling. The feeling back in the hotel I had on my second day here. It was painfully obvious that I was homesick. Yet, this was much worse than when I moved to New York. Because at least there I could hop on a train or drive down to see my family. Now I was completely cut off, never to see them again.

“Fuck, I thought I already went through all this,” I mumbled to myself in the mirror. “Was the crying I did at the hotel, not enough?“ I commented under my breath as I felt the hand squeeze tighter. I couldn’t help but feel depressed, I was lost, with no one to help nor believe me.

It just so happened that the atmosphere was perfect for this kind of a revelation. The emotional duet with Octavia and her questioning about my family all led up to this build up of emotion that I was now slowly letting out.

Gripping the sink tighter, I looked back into the mirror. “Get a hold of yourself, Erik and man up! This is no time to be sulking in the past. Now is time to push forward and make new friends.” I reassured myself as I turned the sink water on.

Cupping my hands under the stream, I splashed the cold water on my face. It was nice and chilling effectively snapping me out of it. I gave myself a small smile in the mirror before heading back into the hallway.

As soon as I stepped out, I heard Harmony call from the kitchen, “Dinners ready, come and get it while it's hot.”

Haven’t eaten anything solid since my arrival here the thought of eating something home cooked made my mouth water. With the negative thoughts washing away with the promise of food I walked into the kitchen to see Octavia placing the food on the table. While Harmony was fiddling with the stove.

“God damned thing never shuts off when I tell it too.” Harmony huffed angrily as she hit the knob on the stove with her hoof effectively shutting it off. Now smiling triumphantly she turned back to the table.

“Smells good,” I comment looking over the pasta prepared with broccoli and green peppers. Beside it was two large bowls one filled with white rice while the other was holding a nice garden salad. Each of the plates was accompanied by a glass of what looked to be lemonade. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I had a proper meal like this. Even back on Earth, it was rare that I ever ate this well.

“I would hope so, otherwise I just cooked two hours for nothing.” Harmony joked as she took a seat on one of the cushions. “Take a seat and grab a plate.”

Not needing to be asked twice I following her orders while sending another jest back her way, “I might be taking more than one plate.”

“Eat as much as you like, without my husband here there'll be a lot of leftovers.” She started taking her own plate and filling it with pasta and rice. Octavia reaching in and doing so herself before passing me the bowl of pasta. Taking it from her hooves I scoop a more than generous chunk onto my plate before doing the same with the rice.

Placing the rice bowl down, I looked down at the table with confusion. There were no forks or knives around, just the plate and cup. Looking up towards the two I noticed them eating with just their muzzles. Shrugging I take the plate in my hands and proceed to do the same. I was so hungry I didn’t mind eating this way. In fact, it helped me clean the plate faster than with cutlery. If this was the normal way ponies ate, then I might actually start to like it here.

Putting the plate down, I wiped my mouth with a serviette and pick up the glass. “So is this lemonade?” I question the contents of the glass.

“Why don’t you try and find out.” I was surprised to hear Octavia say.

“I guess it won't hurt,” I comment taking a small sip. The flavors danced on my tongue until I eventually swallowed. It had a nice fruity taste to it, but to be honest it was a bit watery. Nevertheless, with my current thirst, I shrugged before saying, “bottoms up.”

“Erik no!” Octavia shouted as I downed the last bits of the drink.

“Oh, my,” Harmony commented with a hoof to her muzzle.

“What?” I questioned bringing the empty glass down. “Was I not supposed to drink that? You all said I should try it myself.”

“Not all of it at once,” Octavia groaned as she rubbed her forehead with her forehoof. “That's cider from the local brewery. It’s got enough alcohol in a glass to knock you off your hooves.”

“Huh?” I question, “So I guess it just hasn’t hit me yet?”

“I guess so,” Harmony stated as she took another bite of her meal, “guess we’ll find out if we have to lug you back home in a couple of minutes.”

“You could just toss me on the streets, no need to lug me all the way back.” I joked causing both mares to chuckle as they both took a sip of their own drinks. Octavia wincing at the bitter taste and Harmony taking her time tasting it. “I guess you get the good stuff when it comes to alcohol?” I continue the conversation.

Octavia nods immediately, “I usually drink wine exclusively, but my mom likes cider so I drink it from time to time with her.”

“Interesting,” I continue.

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Dinner went by rather quickly after that. Octavia and Harmony were both surprised that by the end of the meal I was still standing. I kept telling them that I was okay, but it seemed that their own drinks got to their heads. Their constant worry was quite humorous as their impaired thoughts leaked out of their mouths every now and again.

To be honest, I didn’t feel any different then I did from the start. But after these two drank their own I came to realize that it may be due to the size difference they couldn’t drink as much as I could. An interesting conclusion to which I had the pleasure of witnessing as I walked to the front of the house.

“It was a pleasure having you here,” Harmony stated keeping her composure.

Octavia, on the other hand, was like a cat with how ‘touchy’ she seemed to get with the added bit of confidence juice. She was right beside me as I put back on my shoes and opened the door. A nice cool fall breeze pushed passed me as I looked back to the two.

“Pleasure was all mine, I got to play a duet with Octavia here, I got to eat your wonderful cooking and you even gave me the leftovers of the pie to boot.” I complimented both as I raised the box to emphasize my point.

“Oh hush you, just remember to come back and visit again. I’m sure Sharp will love to meet you.” Harmony said staying her husband's name for the first time.

Noting it down for a later date, I looked down to Octavia. “If I don’t come to see you first, swing by The Well Bean at noon if you ever want to talk.”

Octavia, on the other hand, was not going to let me go without a hug. So, I complied kneeling down to her level and opening up my arms. Within seconds she was pressed up against me hugging me ever so tightly.

“I’ll come by every day,” She stated.

Letting go, I smiled down at her, “I’ll take your word on that.” Getting back up I looked towards Harmony and nodded to her. She did the same as I turned and walked back out into the cobblestone streets. Late night ponies were still out and about doing whatever ponies do at this time.

From the corner of my eye, I could see the two enter their home and close their door. Knowing that the two were safe and sound I walked down the street. My eyes darting off to random stores that lined the road. Everything one would need was literally right at their doorstep. It reminded me a lot of New York. A city that never sleeps.

Deciding to take it easy on my walk back, I looked up towards the stars above. Like before, I could see millions of them twinkle as I continued down the road. Tossing my violin case over my shoulder I looked towards the box in my right hand.

“It sure was nice of them to give me the leftovers of the pie. I’ll have to come back with a gift to repay them for their generosity.” I commented under my breath. One of which came out in a puff of white smoke.

This only served to remind me that the easy days of performing were coming to an end. With winter settling in, I would have to save up and buy a jacket, mits, and a hat. Not to mention how annoying it would be to perform in the snow.

Yet, despite all its downfalls, I couldn’t help but admire the season. Something about it just seemed to get to me. With a smile on my face, I turned onto the main street. With not as many ponies around I took in the grandeur of the place. A large cobblestone street Stretched all the way to the castle. Many major shops were closed, leaving only the pubs open at this late hour.

“Time truly changes everything,” I commented to myself as I turned once again down a side street, leading me back to the hotel.

Pushing past the doors, I nodded to the mare behind the counter before heading back up to my room. As I walked in and shut the door I placed my violin against the bedpost and left the leftovers on the nightstand. With a large sigh, I promptly fell face first into the fluffy sheets of my bed before turning in for the day.

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Unlike all the other nights here in Canterlot tonight held no dream. One moment I was laying down to go to bed, the next I was getting up as the sun breached the horizon off in the distance. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I tiredly got up and walked over to get my morning rituals over and done with. A task that took naught but twenty minutes to complete.

Exiting the bathroom with a lowly towel around my waist I walked over to the leftover pie. My brain told me that breakfast was the most important meal of the day, but my body begged to differ as it involuntarily grabbed the box and opened it up. With Pandora's box now open, I couldn’t help but eat the last two slices. The taste still just as potent as the day it was cooked.

Placing the now emptied box into a nearby bin, I changed, grabbed my violin case and my satchel bag before walking out of the room. The plush red carpet and decorated walls doing wonders to my mood as I walked down the hall, descended the stairs, left the lobby and into the extremely foggy streets of Canterlot.

To say I was surprised witnessing the near-zero visibility was an understatement as I watched in confusion as not one single pony seemed to care about the weather. Then almost immediately it dawned on me that the city I was in resided on the side of a mountain. One of which was definitely high enough to be within the clouds.

I felt myself become giddy at the thought that I was now inside a cloud. I knew that fog normally was just that, clouds, but to be inside them when they were up in the sky held a different feeling. Almost as if I was flying.

Either way, with my internal breakdown over and done with I too stepped into the streets with the ponies. Making my way over to my usual spot in front of The Well Bean. Grabbing my cup-o-joe I made my way back outside and unclasped the clamps keeping my violin safely secured. Grabbing the neck I felt a song coming on, the notes and tempo almost coming on their own as I immediately brought the bow to the stings.

Like yesterday, I played a song by the amazing artist Thomas Bergersen, not only that but it was from the same album ‘sun’. As he intended my first notes came out long and low, gently speeding up as I added more depth to them. Ponies all around turned their heads towards me as I continued to raise the pitch until the song really started to get going.

My fingers danced along the ebony board as I made the song come alive. Weaving in my own tale as the song cut through the dense fog towards the ears of the ponies. Kicking in a nice sharp vibrato, I smiled as I took a glance at the growing crowd.

I got so into the music, I could have sworn I heard a flute join in. Nevertheless, I pressed on as my own music brought goosebumps to my skin. Pulling the notes longer than written I started to make the song my own as I once again heard the flute take off. It was at this part where it would have done its own little solo.

Stopping to the sound, I looked next to me to see a light blue mare with a blond mane playing her flute to the song. Her solo was done perfectly as I looked on with awe that she was able to play along with me. Her notes came out soothing just like it did in the original. A calming feeling soon emanated from her as she came to an end causing me to solder my own violin and continue where she left off.

As the song continued, I was happy to hear that the mare continued as well. Diving in and out of the song with emotional high notes meant to steer the feelings of the audience. To say it was working was an understatement as I glanced back to the growing crowd as they started to toss in coins.

However, with the solo done with, it was only a matter of time before the end of the song came around. Smiling at the pleasant sound of the song, I ended it off with a nice fading vibrato following the soothing notes of the mare. The only thing missing from making this a real show was a drummer.

With the song now ended, I watched as all the ponies gathered around cheered and stomped their hooves. Giving a small bow I looked over to the other pony before gesturing for her to take one too. As she did so I wandered over to her with a curious look stretched across my face.

“I would complement your playing first, but my curiosity has me beat. How did you know how to play that song?” I questioned generally interested in the answer.

The mare just shrugged, “I just felt the music and played along. The notes just kinda popped into my head.” She stated before continuing, “It was a very lovely song, whats its name if you mind me asking?”

“New Life. I didn’t make it if you’re wondering. A talented artist by the name of Thomas Bergersen made it.” I commented making sure to give credit where it's due.

“Never heard of him, but if he can make music like that then I’m sure I’ll like his other pieces.” She replied.

Shaking my head I quickly fixed my approach to the mare, “I’m sorry, but I haven't even introduced myself. I’m Erik, you are?”

“Dolce Halfstep, I play for the Manehattan Orchestra. We’re here to play a couple pieces with the Canterlot Orchestra.” She stated, her eyes sparkling with anticipation for the event.

“Well Dolce, I would hate to ask you to play again, but it looks like the crowd wants another song.” I playfully started as I got another cheer from a couple of the ponies listening in on the conversation.

Dolce looked at me with a sheepish smile, “I don’t know if I could just follow you again. These things just spring up and I can't help but join in.”

“You don’t have to worry about following me.” I commented with my own smile, “I got the sheet music right here.” I continued taking out my satchel bag before shuffling through it. After a couple of minutes, I finally found the piece I was looking for.

Handing it over to her she looked over the piece, “Well if that's the case, I don’t see why not.”

The crowd cheered once again as I made my way back over to my violin case. Looking in I could see a generous amount of coins had been thrown in. Stepping back I looked over to Dolce to see her going over the song with her hooves. Deciding to give her a bit more time to go over the piece I looked back over to the crowd to stall a bit.

“Beautiful day to be working am I right?” I questioned causing a couple of the ponies to snigger.

One of the ponies even replied, “Not the best, but hearing your music is already changing that.”

I felt pride well up in me as a couple other ponies nodded in agreement. It was nice to hear that my music was well received by pony kind. Hearing Dolce clear her throat I took that as a sign and brought my violin up.

Nodding at my partner in crime we got to work. Right off the bat the both of us intertwined our notes, mixing and matching. Unlike the other song, this one held a very lively tempo. Rather than build its foundations on a serious mood this one was much more carefree. Here I and Dolce could have fun, which we did.

Prolonging the short song, me and Dolce placed in repeats and new notes making the relatively old song turn new. Her flute once again cut through the fog as we danced with each other. Harmony and melody intertwining until it was united as one. I threw in a curveball as I switched to playing her part as she to mine.

It was almost liberating playing with another instrument that seemed to compliment mine perfectly. While Octavia’s cello was a masterpiece in itself, the differences in tone only suited a select few songs. Here with her flute opened up a completely new direction I could take my street performing.

Looking over at her I smirked. I was having way to much fun with this song as I poured more of my emotion into the song. Soon the notes got shorter and shorter as I hacked away at the strings. Glancing at Dolce showed me she was struggling to keep up with the notes, enticing me to slow down a bit to get her back on her hooves.

Sadly, like the first song, this one too came to an end. As we finished off the song with our last notes, we once again gave a little bow. Like before the crowd cheered and threw in more bits into the violin case.

Looking back over to Dolce I come to find her right next to me with a smile plastered on her face. “That was just as fun as the last one, where do you get all these pieces?” She asks.

“A street performer never tells his secrets,” I lied with my own sheepish smile, “Either way we played pretty good together,” I comment gesturing towards the violin case.

Dolce nodded, “I would say so. Do you always play out here in front of The Well Bean?” She pondered.

“Yup, I find it’s the best place right now to make money. Well, see in the winter if that changes.” I replied, “You know if you want to make some extra bits, or just feel like playing along with me you can come by any day at noon and I should be here.”

“Seems like a tempting offer, but after today I’m heading back to Manehattan with the rest of the band.” She relayed a bit downtrodden.

“Chin up, I’m sure we’ll run into each other again. I have a friend that plays for the Canterlot Orchestra. With the two bands playing together today, I would assume they would do so again later. Maybe next time we cross paths will be in Manehattan.”

Dolce seemed to cheer up at my words, “I hope so, either way, thanks for letting me play with you.”

“No problem,” I replied bending over and counting the coins. Grabbing around half in my hands I walked back over to the mare. “Here, since I wouldn't have made nearly as much without you,” I commented giving her the bits.

She looked at the bits then back to me, “are you sure, this is your job. I always have the Orchestra to back me up.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I smiled.

“Well thanks once again for letting me play with you. I’ll see you around!” She stated before turning around and trotting down the cobblestone streets.

“What a nice mare,” I said to myself as I packed up the rest of my stuff.

With nothing planned for the rest of my day, I looked over at the clock which read 3 pm. Taking that Octavia had other things to do today, I headed on over to the library once more. While I had become quite proficient with the equine language I still wanted to get better. Some words still eluded me when I was in a conversation.

Tossing my case over my left shoulder I made my way down the road until I came across the wooden sign with a book engraved on it. Stepping on in brought with it the bell chime. Looking up from his desk the librarian nodded to my arrival as he went back to reading his own novel.

Walking further into the store and through the aisles, I came across a section that was dedicated to musical theory. Interested on these ponies take on music, I stopped by the section and started to peruse the selection.

Everything from rhythm to pitch systems to counterpoints were all here. Taking the nearest book off the shelf I skimmed through it. I was pleased to read that these ponies take a lot of pride in their music and instruments. Even reading ponies talk about music was inspirational. They spoke as if their instruments were alive and needed to be treated almost the same as other ponies.

The current book I was skimming through was titled ‘From Mind to Paper’ an interesting take on how one could take what they saw, felt and or heard and put it into notes. The author going by the name Chorale Concerto claimed that he, himself is rather well-known composer of music here in Equestria. In such he expects the reader to take what he wrote to heart and to know of his works. Sadly with me not knowing his any of his songs, I found myself often lost in his words.

Nonetheless, I found myself compelled to create something of my own after reading a part of his book. Which was new to me because I always felt content with just playing. Placing the book back to its original position. I made my way back over to the language section before picking out a couple more practice books.

Arriving at my normal study table I thought back to the book ‘From Mind to Paper’ and found myself picking up a blank parchment and quill before I started to write down some notes onto the paper. My mind rewound to the first day I came here to meeting Octavia and her family all the way to now when I played with Dolce.

Like Chorale Concerto stated, if you focus on what you want your song to be, the notes will come to you. Yet, as I continued to scribble down the notes as they came to me I found myself ending up with an unfinished piece. In all honesty, it was far from even being started.

Placing the quill down next to the piece of paper I smiled with contempt at getting a foothold up for a later date. Looking back up at the top of the sheet I mulled over a name to give it. After ten minutes of nothing, I opted to name it when one came to me.

Taking the sheet of music, I placed it into my satchel bag as I got back to the language books in front of me.

These ones were far more advanced than the ones I started off with. Which thankfully meant that I was no longer looking at children's picture books, but rather textbooks meant for what I assumed were late high school to early college ponies. It was all really ironic as I wanted to get away from the children books, but as I started reading the textbooks all I wanted was to go back to the children ones.

“Such is life,” I stated to no one in particular as I continued to read on. The advanced lessons on grammar was a difficult one that I had trouble following, but with the pre-built lessons, they had in every chapter really helped me get over the bump. Which is another thing I’ve come to admire about the ponies? Everything I’ve read here was filled with so much emotion for whatever they were writing about.

For example, here reading this language textbook I would be bored out of my mind back on Earth with how dry it was. But here in Equestria, they seemed to inject humor and even some small stories into the literature to make it much more enjoyable.

Continuing to read throughout the night, I found myself pulling much more books off the shelves. Before I knew it I was no longer reading about how to better my understanding of the equinish language but the history behind Chorale Concerto and how he revolutionized the music industry by delving into less popular genres.

By the time I had finished my study session, it was well past 9 pm. Stepping out into the moonlit streets rewarded me once again with a cool fall breeze. Letting out a breath, I once again could see the white cloud form.

As I continued down the cobblestone streets towards the hotel I wondered when winter would come to Equestria and when it did would it be any different than back on Earth?

Author's Note:

Songs played in this chapter

Before Time by Thomas Bergersen
New Life by Thomas Bergersen
River flows in you by Yiruma

Comments

[Fireeaters]

Nonetheless, I found myself compelled to create something of my own after reading a part of his book. Which was new to me because I always felt contempt for just playing.

*content with just playing

[maurellio]

Which was new to me because I always felt contempt for just playing.

Didnt you mean "content"?

[Windsocks]

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Fixed just for you lovely people.

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I'm amazed you figured out I started up again so fast. Next chapter might take longer to put out due to me scraping my hands mixing cement. At times like this where I'm typing with one hand, I wished I brought gloves with me. Either way thanks for sticking with me.

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I wish I could write songs. You sir have earned my star of approval. Only one has ever been given. 🌟 Truthfully I wish that I had something else to give to show my appreciation.

[AnormalUnicornPony]

Well written and enjoyable. I also like looking up and listening to these songs as well.

I am glad to see you updating again. Although now I feel the need to reread from the beginning.

Luckily that will be as enjoyable as the first time.