Up An Octave Chapter One

I made this one from my own musical experiences.  I tried my best not to make it a self-insert but all us musicians are generic douches.

Day 409 in Equestria.
>You always were a good musician.
>Who are you kidding, you felt like nothing without an instrument in your hands.
>Bass, guitar, oboe, double bass, violin, it didn't matter.
>You were only glad you were good at it.
>The way you play was... you.
>You never wanted to express yourself in any other way.
>Then again you never did, to anyone, not in words... but notes.
>But today it was time to express yourself to thousands.
>Don't look back on the past time to shine.
>But only with the greatest musician and pony in the world.
>Octavia


>Both of you have a bass in hand.
>You play piccolo strings on a jazz bass.
>She supports with her double bass.
>She smiles at you, giving more courage then you ever knew.
>Almost on que the curtains open, shining lite on your tuxedo.
>Once it reaches your duet partner the sequins on her black dress come to life.
>The hundred year-old mahogany floor glisten with a elegant finish giving a comfortable light to you.
>You are suddenly stricken def by the sound of a thousand hooves clopping together.


>Damn, Luna really gave you a nice birthday gift as the closing performance at the Grand Galloping Galla.
>You take a deep breath and signal your start to Octavia.
>She repositions herself with a smile that warms your heart.
>You back at the crowed and play the opening note.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_k2Ag7Qiyk