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I've got ponies on the brain.

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I really like Octavia's depiction here. Too bad for Vinyl but you can really tell that Octavia's sole interest is for her music.

Also, maybe it's the melancholic tone of the story or the talk about death, but it kinda strike a chord in me. ( Pun intended :P )

I'm pretty sure this story will haunt me from time to time.

So, have a fav and a like.

Ich steh mit einem Fuß im Grab,
weil ich grad kein ander'n Schuh hab
Und heute Nacht schwimm' meine Zähne im Glas
Während ich mein' Zauberstab
für deine Oma gimmeln lass

What a shame for someone young to think that they could have reached the highest for of their art. For her to think of willfully discarding all that music that was left to be played. Almost pitiful, how naive and short sighted she is. To talk of death as if she knew it.

As someone who frequently gets terrified when things go the way I want them to, I related far too strongly to this story. You're clearly a very talented writer, and I'd love to read a sequel if you make one.

This is an accurate depiction of how tortured true artists can be. She is trapped; she can't walk away from the music, for it IS her, nor can she ever reach the perfect state she longs for. Though I have no doubt she plays exceptionally, I would not trade places with her for an instant.

Aldon #7 · May 5th · · ·

That's a new kind of artist anguish if I've ever saw one

Dang, this one is deep as heck and I love it! It really can make ya think about how others truly feel about what they're passionate about or maybe something that they're bothered by because they're too good at it! All of it is just super interesting and got me thinking a lot! I hope ya didn't mind, but I simply HAD to make a reading of this very deep fic of yours!

Audio Linkyloo!: https://youtu.be/TVE0OtOBUIg

(I don't mean to offend anyone with this comment in any way!)

ooof, that hit a bit close to home ngl,

Cash Money

This is definitely going into my favorites. I 100% know what it feels like to play something that others think is good but you know you didn't play it as well as you wished. But hey, at least she didn't play Flight of The Bumblebee.

If ever we reach perfection, what point is there to live? For it is in our imperfections where we are truly alive.

Personally, i think it's more a case of perfection being a false ideal, but i can certainly understand what's being said here.

Sounds like Tavi is a very sick mare.

As a musician myself, this is very bittersweet. Because there is so much competition and because everyone is so invested in learning all that they can, everypony strives for perfection, to be the best of the best, but many once they get there think there is nothing left to learn. But there's always another song waiting to be played. :heart:

It is said that in India, Alexander the Great wept, for there were no more worlds to conquer.

There is no perfection, only the pursuit thereof.
For to achieve perfection, one invites stagnation, and thus is inherently imperfect.

That last line, it hit me. I get her, on some level.

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