Life Étude

by Alivia

First published

A search of a certain mare's life compilations.

A certain cellist had just a simple normal life, before a certain white unicorn showed her how monotous her life is. Without adventure, fun, nor love.
The unicorn made the cellist realized that her life is still missing a lot of compilations, oh well... At least the unicorn added 1 special compilation to her Life Étude.

Noises

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A grey mare from a famous orchestra in Canterlot is now sitting on the streets of Ponyville. "Oh what a shame!" ponies would say when they passed by her.

A dark night.

A silent street.

She could her a mysterious rustling, next to her.
The mare scanned around alarmed, she did not enjoy living homeless at all. But alas, what are the choice?

Nothing was in sight, well at least nothing was in HER sight but the rustling still continues now with screeching sound.

Like a screeching tire perhaps? Or maybe an eraser?
But, it made a melody.
Not so harmonious though as she thought. More rebellious.

She started to feel that the sound came from behind her rather than next to her. The mare hesitated to turn around, she was in dilemma between curiosity and scared.

For some minute, curiosity won the battle of dilemma. She took her tame before turning around.
She could feel her heartbeat thumping very loudly syncing with the rustling and screeching noises.
Her heartbeat thump louder and faster as she turned slowly.

Thump Th-th-thump THUMP THUMP THUMP-

"YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


The mare got her head up from her pillow, panting for air. It was her second restless night. She scanned her room just to check for anything. Her panting grew quieter and quieter until it stopped. She just need to know where all the commotion coming from.

Wait!

There was a screeching noise again, and she heard heartbeat soften.
Except.... It wasn't.
She put her hooves up onto her chest and she quickly realized that it wasn't her heartbeat that made the sound. The screeching noise continued. She studied it quickly and realized again that it wasn't a tire making that sound.

It was her wall.

Oh... wait!

It was her neighbor after all!

Octavia glanced upon her clock, it was 1 AM.
Why in Equestria would somepony blast up noises of screeching tires and thumping heartbeat in the middle of the night? she thought.


Opening her door, Octavia walked towards a room just next to her. She knocked twice on the door.

No answer.

Just the same noises as before blasting through her neighbor's door gaps.

She knocked harder this time triple the twice!

Still, just the answer of those foul noises.

Now, she was literally banging on the door. "EXCUSE ME, ANYPONY IN THERE?," she shouted out of tiredness and frustration.

The noises was now louder than before, or maybe, it was just Octavia.

Grumbling and mumbling in anger she stomped her way back to her room and slammed her door shut.


She sat on her bed reflecting on her dreams. It was indeed very hard to reflect while you're sitting on a very comfy bed and is in a state of tiredness. What she was able to reflect that the dream was indeed a very awful nightmare.

But... what if it was not just an ordinary nightmare?!

What if it was a prophetic dream? Maybe Princess Luna is trying to said (worse yet; warned) something to me.

She was very anxious, especially after she remembered that she had a solo performance in 2 more days.
Still very anxious, Octavia grabbed her cello along with h bow and practiced "Prélude".


For the grey pony it was more than just a restless night, after minutes of practice she finally just couldn't help her sleepiness anymore.

She leaned on her cello and unconsciously (or maybe consciously) closed her eyes.


THUMP ssschhh THUMP


Noises blasted from just next door. Octavia jumped in shock, her cello violently fell on the hard wooden floor. She was a little bit slurred by lack of sleep, so it took her a while to notice her cello fallen. She blinked once-twice-again-and one more time.

"M..m..my cello..," she mumbled as shr noticed her now broken cello. "Oh, they're ought to pay for this!". She clenched her teeth as she stomped towards next door.

With her powerful force of anger, she couldn't even hear any of those noises in her head anymore. All that she could hear was a blasting fury inside of her.

Just when she was about to forcefully open it. Her eyes and brain had silently decided that they couldn't cope with sleepiness anymore. Octavia blinked a few times, her vision becoming blur, and black out into her slumber.

Black Out or Deep Sleep?

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"Is she... dead?"

thump thump

There was still a thumping noise, except this time she knows it was from her and not from other places. That time, she was sure she opened her eyes. But why is her vision so blur?

"She... waking up... alive...."

There was another sound-or most likely voice that was buzzing in her head. She could not tell who is it from her blurry vision. Octavia blinked, blinked, and blinked several times to enhance her vision.
A group of ponies were circling her.

"Give her some air.."

Her vision was now clearer, at least now she could notice her surroundings. She was unsure what happened to her, but she was relieved to know that she was in her apartment-well, her apartment hallway at least.

Octavia now can see as clear as usual, she tried getting on her hooves.

"Woah... slowly now, Tavi," a familiar unicorn said helping her get on her hooves.

The unicorn smiled. "There you go"

"Lyra? How did I end up here? And what are these ponies doing here, if I might ask?"

"That.. Well, we are not sure. I heard commotions on the hallway. So I thought to check it out," a blue stallion answered.

Octavia head was pounding, pounding painfully. Maybe it was some sort of headache, she thought. Oh my... did I drink? the grey mare keep asking herself question with the worse possibility. She was anxious, very anxious, she started to hyperventilating.

"Celestia! Are you alright, Tavi?" Lyra asked worriedly.

She calmed down and took a deep breath.

"I am sorry everypony, that I have made you all worried. For that, I thank you. But I'm afraid it was not something important. It seems tha-"

Before she could finish her sentences, all the pony was gone except for Lyra.

Octavia sighed.

"Those heartless monsters!," Lyra spat out, "you should get some rest, Tavi"

She accompanied Octavia to her room and opened the door for her.

"Are you sure you won't need a ny help?" Lyra asked.

The cellist paused. "Yes, I am sure Lyra. Thank you very much, you are the best friend anypony could ever have," she smiled before giving the harpist a warm hug.

Lyra smiled back and walked away as Octavia closed her door.
What happened? The question was still mingling inside her head. Ouch!, better yet what happened to her body? It hurts as if she was sleeping on a pile of needles.

Octavia decided to just shrug of her question, she was in no time for silly questions. It's the past, and one could never change the past, she thought.

She glanced upon the clock; 10 AM. Not so noon she thought.

Walking towards her bed, she scanned her cello. Where was it? I have a performance tomorrow night! she thought. Ouch!!, she yelped stepping on a tiny sharp wood. Huh?

Her eyes widened in realization as she saw her fractured cello. The night's memory started to fill up her brain.

"That is the last straw! Why I ought to-" she shouted stomping towards her next door neighbor. She impatiently knocked on the door. At last! The door creaked open.

"Good mo-"

Without any cation her head bumped onto something, knocking her to her subconscious.