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- >You were fascinated with that pony ever since you saw her perform in Ponyville a few months ago.
- >Her elegance during her performance was unlike anything you had seen before.
- >You always had an affinity for classical music.
- >But the way she performed sparked a newfound interest in the craft.
- >And it went beyond her fine playing abilities.
- >It showed at an outward level.
- >Her eyes, a beautiful shade of purple, suggested refinement and gentleness.
- >Her lovely, black mane was clean and straight, and astonishingly radiant.
- >You wanted to get to know her better.
- >But she was of a higher social class.
- >At least... that's how you felt.
- >She had an air about her....
- >It wasn't arrogance, or any sort of haughtiness.
- >You had a feeling it was something else.
- >As if she put up a wall to protect herself.
- >You were lucky enough to introduce yourself to her before her last performance in Ponyville.
- >Though her reaction was less than pleasant:
- >"I'm sorry, I'm a bit busy getting ready for a performance. Do you mind?"
- >You did mind.
- >You expressed to her that you were a fan of her playing.
- >She scoffed at you, hiding her face behind what seemed like a blush.
- >She continued to tune her cello, still hiding her face.
- >"I-I... well, thank you, kind sir."
- >Upon tuning the A string, she let out a sigh of relief.
- >"Good. All good. I'm sorry, you said your name was... Anon?"
- >You nodded, giving her a warm smile.
- >She returns the smile as well, before hiding her face.
- >"W-well... I-I... should go on now. It was quite nice to meet you, Anon."
- >You wished her luck.
- >You were saddened that she was to leave.
- >Though happy that you were going to be able to hear her play once more.
- >You probably were to never see her again, anyways.
- >Before Octavia leaves, she turns to face you.
- >Her eyes at the ground and her cheeks rosy, she whispers to you:
- >"Maybe... we can talk more... after my performance?"
- >And you did just that.
- >Octavia's performance was even better that night, you would say.
- >Multiple times you found her eyes meeting yours.
- >And she would close them instantly, resuming focus on her playing.
- >Her cheeks remained rosy for most of the performance.
- >She was woking to keep her eyes shut.
- >Afterwards, you meet Octavia in the same place you introduced yourself to her.
- >She was in the process of putting her instrument away.
- >She gives you a small smile as you approach her.
- >You congratulate her on a job well done, smiling warmly.
- >She hides her face again.
- >"Thank you very much, Anon. I thought the performance was... acceptable."
- >You give her a confused look.
- "Acceptable? It was definitely great!"
- >She shuts the cello case gently.
- >Her face still hidden behind her mane, she gives out a sigh.
- >"I was... having a hard time focusing tonight."
- >She puts her cello on a trolley.
- >"I'm not quite sure why."
- >Octavia's eyes kept catching yours during the performance.
- >Her lack of focus was probably your fault.
- >You walk over and help her fix the cello onto the trolley.
- >"You are quite the... gentlecolt."
- >You laugh.
- "Gentleman."
- >A tired pony comes by to take the trolley and it's contents to storage.
- >She gives you a weak nod before attaching the trolley to herself.
- >You give the pony a tip for her hard work.
- >"Wow... thanks, sir!"
- >She trots off happily with the trolley in tow.
- >Octavia gives you a slightly bigger smile.
- >"Wow. You really ARE a gentle... man."
- >You shake your head.
- "I just wanted to be nice. She looked like she was working hard."
- >She brushes her hoof against you.
- >"Nonsense! You are quite...."
- >She doesn't finish.
- >Instead, her face is hidden behind her mane again.
- >Octavia yawns, and rubs her eyes.
- >"I should... h-head back to my hotel for the night."
- "How about I walk you home?"
- >Octavia laughs nervously, loosening her pink bow tie.
- >"I couldn't ask you to do that...."
- "I insist."
- >Her cheeks redden.
- >"Such a gentleman..."
- >The walk back to her hotel was relaxing.
- >Octavia spoke a lot about her career as a cellist, with you listening intently.
- >"I feel like I'm speaking a lot... I'm sorry to make you have to listen to me so much."
- >You smile at her.
- "I like hearing you talk... it's quite interesting, really."
- >She bumps you with her hoof.
- >"Oh, you're just saying that, Anon!"
- >You shake your head.
- "Not at all. Please, continue."
- >Octavia's cheeks redden again.
- >"... truly?"
- "Truly."
- >Octavia walks closer to you as you approach the hotel.
- >"It's been a long time since I was able to talk with one who cares about what I have to say."
- >You shrug at her.
- "I really enjoyed it. You are an interesting pony, and a fantastic musician."
- >"Oh... stop it, Anon!"
- >She gets closer to you.
- "I'm really glad that I got to share this time with you."
- >"Y-yes... I would have to agree with you, Anon."
- >She gets a bit closer to you.
- >The hotel is within sight.
- "I hope that we can spend more time together sometime in the future."
- >You put your hands into your pockets.
- "Next time you're in Ponyville... let me know."
- >Octavia smiles at you.
- >Her rosy cheeks redder than ever.
- >"I definitely will... I could never pass up another opportunity to spend time with such a...."
- >Her coat brushes against you.
- >She jumps back, apologizing.
- >You assure her that everything is alright, laughing nervously.
- >She turns her face away.
- >"I... should go up now."
- >You kneel down next to her.
- "Ok. Don't forget what I said. I'll be here waiting for you, Ms. Melody."
- >She smiles at you.
- >"You... are such a gentleman, Anon."
- >She gets close to you.
- >"You really are."
- >She gives your face a gentle nuzzle.
- >You feel yourself blushing.
- >Her soft, warm fur feels amazing against your face.
- >"H-have a good night, Anon."
- "You as well, Octavia."
- >She leans in and pecks your cheek before turning and heading into the hotel.
- >You will definitely see her again.
- >Sooner than you think, you are sure.
- ~
- >That kiss she planted on your cheek left you yearning for more.
- >You felt as if you would see her again soon.
- >And everything would be grand.
- >You'd have the opportunity to get to know the real her.
- >That was months ago.
- >And you haven't seen or heard from Octavia since that night.
- >You returned to that hotel the following morning to see if she was there, to no avail.
- >She had apparently checked out earlier in the morning to catch a train to Manehattan.
- >Octavia was a hot commodity, and she was in high demand to give performances all over Equestria.
- >So you understood that she would be quite busy.
- >But you didn't think she would leave without so much as a goodbye.
- >Fast forward to today.
- >You had a day off, and decided to put it to good use.
- >After hours of work, your small cottage was clean.
- >No more letting Pinkie throw parties here.
- >You plop down on the couch and sigh deeply.
- >You shut your eyes and breath in and out slowly.
- "Relaxation...."
- >Before you get too relaxed, you hear a knock on your door.
- >You groan and force yourself up.
- "Coming...."
- >Who would be so rude as to disturb your relaxing Anon time?
- >You open the door, expecting it to be Pinkie or Lyra or....
- >But it wasn't.
- >Instead, a gray mare stares back at you, giving you a wide smile.
- "What a... pleasant surprise?"
- >The gray mare's smile widens.
- >Her yellow eyes slightly skewed, she moves her attention to her mail bag.
- >"I got a delivery for you, Anon!"
- >She digs through her bag, searching for this mysterious letter.
- "Oh... I wasn't expecting any mail!"
- >Derpy hands you a small, purple envelope.
- >"Here you go. A nice surprise is good for everyone, Anon!"
- "You're right, Derpy. Thanks a lot...."
- >She gives you a smile and a wave.
- >You close the door and examine your letter.
- >It's addressed to you, though there is no return address.
- >Odd...
- >The letter is quite nice.
- >Why are you still examining it?
- >You carefully open the envelope and pull out a folded piece of high-quality parchment.
- >A ticket falls out of the letter as you open it.
- >You pick it up and begin to read the letter:
- Dear Anonymous,
- I will begin by saying that I deeply apologize for not contacting you these past few months.
- It was not my intention to do so. I became quickly overwhelmed with the number of performances I had,
- and I had to ensure that I could clear my mind before I continued to talk to you, or introduce you into
- my life more.
- I hope that you are still interested in getting to know me, as I am with you. I... I would understand if you did
- not want to pursue contact with me. It would hurt me greatly, but it is something that I would
- deserve for not talking to you, Anon.
- I live in Manehattan now, and have included a train ticket for you. If you could come and visit me this upcoming
- weeked, well... I would be thrilled to say the least. I don't know if you have enough free time to stay a few days
- here, but we could work something out. If you decide to come, I will wait in Central Park within the hours of
- 2p.m. and 4p.m..
- I hope that I will see you soon, Anon. I am excited to see my gentleman again (I remembered!).
- - Octavia Melody
- >You pocket the letter and rush to your room to begin packing your bags.
- ~
- >The trip to Manehattan was somewhat pleasant.
- >It was only a few hours, tops.
- >Though you would have preferred to not have to sit next to the Cakes and their crying children.
- >You were lucky to not have any established work going on Ponyville either.
- >Odd jobs gave you more than enough to live comfortably, and not above your means.
- >You were sure to let a few ponies know, just to be safe.
- >You arrive at the Manehattan train station around noon.
- >With one bag of luggage in tow and a small backpack, you exit the station.
- >You are immediately overwhelmed with the scope of the city.
- >Buildings everywhere, streets of asphalt, and sidewalks of cement
- >An immense number of skyscrapers scrape... well... the sky.
- >It wasn't like you never experienced the city life back home.
- >But you were so accustomed to the laid-back lifestyle of Ponyville by now.
- >The fact that ponies could create a city like this...?
- >Glorious.
- >You pull out a map that you just picked up.
- >Central Park looked like it was a good thirty minutes away via... cab?
- >You look and see gruff ponies pulling yellow and black carriages at varying intervals.
- >Word.
- >Walking... would take you maybe an hour and a half.
- >Hmm....
- >You weren't opposed to paying for a ride.
- >Though you needed to save your funds for a hotel room and food.
- >You had until 4p.m. to meet Octavia in the park.
- >Your stomach growls.
- >You just can't think on an empty stomach.
- >You walk over to a food cart, hoping to grab a quick snack.
- >The pony at the cart gives you an extremely judgmental look.
- "Hello. Could I have a-"
- >"We're all out."
- >You stare at the pony.
- "Excuse me?"
- >"I said we're closed!"
- >The pony slams the cart door.
- >You raise your hand to bang on the door but stop yourself as you see two cop ponies walk bye, eyeing you intently.
- >Cool down, Anon.
- >This city don't play.
- >You decide to skip the food and instead flip a coin to decide for you.
- >You pull out a shiny bit.
- >You give it a flip in the air.
- >Why the heck did you decide to walk?
- >You're tired.
- >Your feet hurt.
- >You are cold.
- >You are hot.
- >You are thirsty.
- >You are hungry.
- >It goes on....
- >You arrive to the final few blocks before Central Park.
- >At least, according to your map.
- >You need to check the time, and get a quick bite for sure.
- >You stop into the first deli you see.
- >You can't be picky, though you're hoping you won't be given rotten service again.
- >A chubby orange filly awaits you behind the register.
- >Behind her, a clock reading 3:21p.m..
- >"What's goin' on, mister? Welcome to this here fine establishment. Can I getchu you a drink or somethin'?"
- >At least she's nice.
- >You scan the menu, ordering the first thing that sounds good.
- "Yeah, I'll have a... water and a bagel, please."
- >She gives you a confused look.
- >"That'll be... eh... hmm... let's just make it three bits, huh?"
- "Uh, sure?"
- >The filly nods and gets your order ready.
- >Ignoring the fact that she didn't know the prices, you fiddle through your bag for your bits.
- >Though you are tired, you definitely saved money not taking a cab.
- >Good call.
- >You pull out the correct change and wait for the orange, bacon-maned filly to put a fresh bagel into a bag for you.
- >The door bell chimes.
- >You see two older ponies enter the deli.
- >They stand behind you in line.
- >You don't like eavesdropping, but you can't help but overhear them:
- >"That poor dear. She plays in that park every afternoon."
- >"Yes, yes. She is quite talented."
- >"It's a shame that she doesn't ever get a lot of bits for how well she plays."
- >"Mhmm. I'm always sure to give her a few when I can, but..."
- >You are brought back into reality by the cash register ringing.
- >"Here ya go, sir. A fresh bagel and a cold watah bottle."
- >You complacently hand her the bits.
- >Were those ponies talking about....
- >"Nuttin' like a cold water on a cold fall day, huh?"
- >You nod, still not quite listening to the filly.
- "Yeah... thanks."
- >"Havah good day, den."
- >You quickly leave the deli.
- >You gobble up the bagel and chug the water as you walk briskly towards Central Park.
- >Those old ponies in the deli surely weren't talking about Octavia?
- >Everything they said made sense.
- >Except for her not making enough bits.
- >You could understand if some ponies were stingy but...
- >Octavia is a world-class cellist.
- >She's played in famous venues all around Equestria.
- >If she indeed the one playing in the park, well....
- >Who's to say it isn't for fun?
- >After a few near-trips and collisions with oncoming ponies, you arrive at the wrought iron gates to Central Park.
- >And another glorious sight it is, with a seemingly endless number of trees scattered all over, their orange and brown leaves signaling the presence of fall.
- >Upon entering the park, you hear the faint sound of what seems like a cello!
- >But where? You don't recall the letter mentioning where exactly she would meet you.
- >You pull out Octavia's letter again.
- >Nothing....
- >Two ponies trot towards you, in the middle of what seems like a healthy jog.
- >You wave at them.
- "Hey! Excuse me! Do you all know where the pony playing cello is?"
- >You charade the bowing of a cello, in case they can't hear you.
- >One of the ponies throws his head backwards.
- >"Back...huff huff... there... huff...."
- >You give them a thanks as they trot past you.
- >You increase the speed of your brisk walk as you take the main path down the center of Central Park.
- >The sounds of the cello ring more loudly the nearer you get.
- >Your heart is racing!
- >It is exciting to be able to see someone you thought was lost forever.
- >Especially someone you are so fond of.
- >You begin to make out the gentle melodies of one of Octavia's own compositions.
- >You feel yourself getting fatigued, though.
- >Easy there, Anon.
- >Almost there.
- >You faintly make out a gray mare and cello in the distance.
- >The sound of her cello stops.
- >You see her look around expectantly.
- >You try and wave at her, but she doesn't see you.
- >She begins to put her cello away.
- "Done playing already?"
- >"Unfortunately, yes. I must return home and-"
- >Octavia turns her head slowly to you.
- >Upon seeing you her jaw drops and her eyes open wide.
- >"A-Anon! You're... y-you're here!"
- >You nod and kneel down to her level, giving her a smile.
- "Did you think I would pass up an opportunity to see you?"
- >She gives you an affectionate hug.
- You hug her back, your heart continuing to race.
- >You feel her own heart beating at a faster rate than yours.
- >"I don't know what to say! I'm just so... wow. I cannot believe you actually came!"
- >You feel her hug getting tighter.
- >You pat her on the back.
- "I wouldn't even consider any other alternative."
- >You break the hug and stand back up.
- "Besides, a little vacation is nice now and then."
- >Octavia smiles at you.
- >You immediately notice that she appears... different.
- >She has bags under her eyes, her mane is a bit less maintained than usual, and she seems to be a bit thinner than you remember.
- >You start to wonder if she was always like that....
- >"Let me finish putting this away, and then we can... well, we are certainly overdue for some catching up, are we not?"
- >You nod as she trots over the her instrument.
- >Octavia closes and locks her cello case.
- >Her smile clashes with her appearance.
- >She doesn't appear to be entirely well....
- >Maybe she had a long night of rehearsals?
- >Perhaps she is just tired?
- "Shall we head back to your place?"
- >Octavia scratches her mane.
- >Well... maybe we can go elsewhere first? My place is nothing special."
- >You shrug.
- "Maybe. Don't you want to take your cello back first?"
- >She puts the case on her back, avoiding your eyes.
- >"I suppose that would make the most sense now, wouldn't it?"
- >Her eyes still don't meet yours.
- >She is acting a bit strange.
- >Poor dear must be nervous!
- >You walk up to her.
- "So to your place then? Maybe we can get dinner afterwards?"
- >She sighs.
- >"It's not too far from here. It's just through the rear of the park."
- >After a quick walk, you arrive at a peculiar set of run-down apartments.
- >Octavia sighs as she walks up the stoop to a particularly beat up one.
- >"Here we are...."
- >You follow her up the stairs.
- >She opens the door and heads inside with you in her wake.
- >You close the door behind you and look around her abode.
- >"Home sweet home...."
- >You put your luggage to the side and remove your bag as you look around the tiny studio apartment.
- >The inside was well-kept, though what surprised you was the lack of items within the apartment itself.
- >You expected someone as talented as Octavia to have more money than this studio suggests....
- >The bland and simple furniture aside, you notice a series of awards and photos residing on a wooden bookshelf.
- >Octavia walks over to that shelf and places her cello next to it.
- >Her tail blocks the view of a majority of her honors.
- >You look around more of the tiny apartment for another sign of prosperity.
- "Nice place, Octavia."
- >She scoffs.
- >"Well, we don't have to be here too long. Are you about ready to leave?"
- >You give her a look of confusion.
- "What's wrong with staying here and talking for a bit?"
- >She hides her face from you.
- >"Nothing, I suppose... though I must admit that I am ashamed that you are in here right now."
- >You shake your head.
- "Don't be. That's silly. Do you mind if I grab a drink?"
- >"No, go right ahead."
- >You take a few steps and arrive in the kitchen.
- >You see a small package of styrofoam cups.
- >You take one and open the fridge.
- >To your surprise, it is nearly empty.
- >There was only a bottle of water, some fruit, and a assortment of leftovers.
- >Most looked like elegant versions of ramen.
- >You decide against drinking her last but of water.
- >Though you are confused.
- >Quite confused.
- >You leave the kitchen and approach Octavia.
- >She was in the process of cleaning some of her awards.
- >She gives you a small smile.
- >"You ready to head out, Anon?"
- >The bags under her eyes are more clear indoors.
- >You shake your head.
- "Before we do anything, is there anything you'd like to tell me?"
- >Octavia gives you a nervous laugh.
- >"Like what, Anon?"
- >You sit down the sofa.
- "Is everything ok with you?"
- >You see her begin to sweat.
- >"Whatever do you mean?"
- >You look around the apartment again.
- >Gotta make sure didn't miss anything.
- "Well... this isn't quite the place I thought you'd be living in."
- >Octavia sighs and sits next to you.
- >You feel as if the couch is about to collapse under the weight.
- >"I don't know where you thought I'd be living, Anon...."
- >She looks around the apartment.
- >You try to catch her eyes.
- >No luck.
- >She won't look at you for some odd reason.
- >You hear her sniffle.
- >She rubs her eyes.
- >"... but this is the best that somepony of my talent can afford."
- ~
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