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- “So let's hear this song of yours, Lyra.”
- >You make your way to the kitchen, pulling some stuffed mushrooms out of the freezer and tossing them in the oven.
- >”Alright. But you have to be honest.”
- “You sure about that?”
- >You shoot her a sly look
- >”Hehe. I'm serious, Anon.”
- >You sit down in a stool, lighting another cigarette.
- “Alright. I'm no musician, but I'll try my best.”
- >Lyra get's ready to begin playing, bringing a hoof to the strings.
- >No matter how many times you see it, you're always shocked at how well she manages to play that thing without fingers.
- >She plucks and strums like a damn champ.
- >How long did it take her to get that good?
- >She continues, eyes closed, her face in her trademark, carefree smile.
- >The song itself is actually... Really fucking good.
- >It's a light hearted melody, you even notice a toe bob up and down.
- >It was almost jig-ish.
- >She continues, her head starts to bob as she gets more into the song.
- >You join her in getting into the music, patting your lap to add some rhythm.
- >She takes notice, playing more enthusiastically, her smile growing wider.
- >Eventually, the song comes to its conclusion with one final, drawn out strum.
- >You respond with light clapping.
- “Not bad at all, Lyra! I liked it.”
- >She lowers her lyre, blushing at your accolades.
- >”Thanks. I just wrote it this morning...”
- >She's starting to fidget.
- >God that's cute...
- “Seriously? Damn, Lyra. I'm impressed.”
- >”Hehe. Stop it already.”
- “So are you going to play that tomorrow?”
- >”Yeah. I think so. To be honest, I'm a little nervous...”
- “Seriously? You love playing in front of ponies, don't you?”
- >”Yeah, but this is the first time I'm playing in front of so many.”
- “I'm sure you'll do just fine.”
- >She picks up her Lyra and gives it a flamboyant strum.”
- >”You know it!”
- >You chuckle at the showing.
- “So do you play the tavern at all anymore? I haven't seen you there in months.”
- >”I don't usually get to do small gigs as much as I used to. I'm getting a lot of requests for larger shows these days, so I'm pretty busy.”
- “I can understand that. Hey, remember the first time you played Barley's tavern? The one where I met you?”
- >”Haha! Do you?”
- “Of course I do. It wasn't that long ago.”
- >”I seem to remember you being pretty... festive that night.”
- “Hey... I was adjusting to Canterlot.”
- >”By challenging every stallion in the place to a hoof wrestling match?”
- ”Undefeated champ, I'll have you know.”
- >You puff your chest out.
- >Lyra rolls her eyes at you.
- >”I also remember you yelling about 'free birds' or something... What was that about?”
- >You didn't recall this part, but it did sound like you.
- “...Earth joke, forget about it.”
- >”Whatever you say, Anon.”
- >You both chuckle a little as Lyra packs her instrument back into her bag.
- >”So are Barley and Hops still going at it like always?”
- >You come to your feet, heading to the kitchen to check on your dinner.
- “Pretty much, how did you know?”
- >”I was at Bon Bon's today when he came in for a box of chocolates.”
- >That fucking guy...
- “Heh. Sounds like him.”
- >”Yeah. Tell him I said hello if you see him. I'm gonna get going.”
- “You leaving already? I made an extra one if you're hungry.”
- >She dons her saddle bag before starting to trot to the door.
- >”You're the only one in Canterlot that eats dinner at midnight, Anon. I'll pass.”
- >She smiles wryly at you.
- >Hands up, she's got you there.
- “Alright, suit yourself.”
- >”I'm going to get a little more practice in before bed. Thanks for listening to the song, Anon.”
- >You walk over to the door to see her out.
- “Thanks for playing it for me. You'll do great tomorrow.”
- >She turns to you, a blush joining her smile.
- >”And... Thanks for talking to me. I feel a little less nervous since you're going to be there.”
- “Wouldn't miss it-”
- >You're cut by a surprise attack hug.
- >Lyra wraps her mint colored forelegs around your chest, burying her face into you.
- >Your hands stay frozen at shoulder level for a second as the shock washes away from you.
- >You put a hand on top of her head, letting the other one fall freely.
- >Confounded ponies were too cute for their own good sometimes...
- >Lyra breaks the hug after some light nuzzling and returning to the door.
- >”'Night, Anon!”
- >You offer her a half smile and a wave.
- >She trots out of the workshop and out of view.
- >...
- >Cute kid.
- >You close the door, heading back to the kitchen.
- >Part of you wishes she'd stuck around, but you're glad to have your shop to yourself again.
- >The this job wasn't going to finish itself.
- >You smash your stuffed mushrooms, putting the extra in the fridge for later.
- >The rest of the evening is fairly uneventful, for a change.
- >You spend the rest of your night working on the table, saving the chairs for a later date.
- >There's a certain bounce to your step after Lyra's little visit. She always did put you in a good mood.
- >...
- >After some time, you take a look at the clock. Seems the sun is going to be up soon.
- >Alright, you're comfortable leaving it here for tonight. You can do the detailing tomorrow.
- >you take a second to get the shop swept up. Business should pick up now that Summer Sun thing was over. Hopefully you could sell some of those pieces you made.
- >With the shop spiffy enough for your tastes, you carry yourself to the bedroom and fall into the bed.
- >It was a good day.
- >Sleep comes quickly.
- >The following morning comes with a piece of good news to it.
- >You've managed to wake up without somep0ny pounding your door like it owed them money.
- >Had the curse finally lifted?
- >You can only hope it lasts.
- >You pull yourself from the bed, relishing the fact that you managed to get a good night's sleep for once.
- >You innitiate your morning ritual; shower, shave and the like and heading to the closet for a change of clothes.
- >You open the doors to stacks of blue jeans and white t-shirts on hangers.
- >Decisions, decisions...
- >You grab a combo and get dressed. Time to get to business.
- >You walk into the workshop and arrange the pieces in a way that would display them properly.
- >With everything set, you head to the kitchen to whip up a little coffee.
- >It doesn't take long before you hear the door open. Seems business was back to par after all.
- >You let the coffee brew as you walk to greet the customer.
- “Welcome! What can I do for...”
- >”Morning, Anon.”
- >Bon Bon...
- >Right. You're in business mode. You should probably keep this professional.
- “Morning Bon Bon. What brings you by.
- >She stays a quiet, scrubbing a hoof against the floor of your shop.
- “You broke a shelf again, didn't you?”
- >Nothing. This confirms your suspicions.
- “Christ, Bonny. What happened this time? I'm not making these things from card board.”
- >”... I might have had a little too much fun at Berry Punches part the other night...”
- >The plot thickens as you raise an eyebrow.
- “Get a little rowdy that night, Bonny?”
- >”A little... Into her coffee table...”
- >She's blushing pretty heavily.
- “Well you're in luck. I just finished some I can sell you at cost.”
- >This seems to bring her out of her funk.
- >”Really?”
- >Yo turn to an example that would suit Berries flamboyant tastes. Shoot a Bon Bon a quick grin.
- “Hell bonny, as much as you tend to break around here, I should be giving you a kick back.”
- >Her muzzle scrunches a little.
- >You can tell she's rattle through comebacks, but since you were doing her a favor, she bites her tongue.
- >”Thanks...”
- >Score one for you.
- “This one should do the trick.”
- >You pull out a small table and bring it to her.
- “Let's call it 35 bits and I'll deliver it to her place tomorrow, yeah?”
- >Her expression softens into a light grin.
- >”No arguments here. Thanks, Anon. You're alright when you're not being a complete ass.”
- “Compliments at this hour? Christ, Bonny, you're delirious! Let me get you some coffee.”
- >She giggles a little before stepping further into the shop.
- >”That actually sounds pretty good. I'll take a cup.”
- “Make yourself at home. Cream and sugar, right?”
- “Please.”
- >You head to the kitchen to grab the mugs.
- “Hey, Bon Bon. You didn't happen to notice any orders in my mailbox, did you?”
- >She responds from the recliner in your workshop.
- >”Nope. Sorry.”
- >Balls... Oh well. You figure it's still early.
- >You walk back out of the kitchen and over to Bon Bon, handing her the mug.
- “So how are things at the shop?”
- >”Fine. Lyra's been around a lot talking about the show tonight. I swear she's getting more and more excited by the hour.”
- >You think back to her visit last night.
- “Yeah, she popped over late yesterday to show me one of the songs she's doing.”
- >Bon Bon takes her sip, gaining a curious look.
- >“And?”
- “And I told her it was great. She said she was stoked and booked.”
- >”Right... You're still coming tonight, right?”
- >You pause for a second, shooting her a confused gaze.
- “Well, yeah.”
- >”Good. She's looking forward to having you show up for once.”
- >There's that classic Bon Bon sarcasm you know and loathe.
- “Come on, Bonny. I said I'm going.”
- >”You said the same thing for the last Hearth's Warming Eve show she did.”
- >And today was starting so well for you.
- “I told the both of you that something came up.”
- >Bon Bon sighs.
- >”I remember. Look, just make sure you to this one. Lyra is going to freak out if you flake on her again.”
- >There was no way you were going to blow off Luna, either.
- “Don't worry about it, Bonny. I'll be there.”
- >She smiles a little, finishing off the cup and heading back to the door to the bag she left when she entered, pulling out a bag of bits.
- >”Here's 45. Try to wear something nice tonight, please.”
- >You smile, Taking the bits and tossing them in your safe.
- “I'll be sure to starch my finest underwear.”
- >She grins, rolling her eyes.
- >”See you tonight, Anon.”
- “Later.”
- >That went well, you think to yourself.
- >The rest of the day is pretty uneventful.
- >A handful of p0nies came by looking for miscellaneous furnishings. You sold what you could and placed the rest on your projects list.
- >Seems you were going to busy this week afterall.
- >Soon enough though, the day starts to come to a close as the sun makes it's usual decent.
- >By now, that leftover stuffed mushroom is but a memory.
- >A good day for business, your pockets a little heavier than when you started.
- >With that, your attention turns to your date.
- >...
- >Fuck. You just called it a date...
- >You ponder it for a second, considering the gravity of your mental verbiage.
- >Maybe Dash had a point.
- >You were going to see a show with a mare. She may have been royalty, but she's still a mare.
- >Fuck it, you bagged a date with a princess.
- >Tonight was going to be a lot of fun.
- >You head to the bathroom to freshen up before heading out.
- >You walk back into the workshop flossy, dipped, buttered, suited and booted in your finest white t-shirt and jeans.
- >Same boots, but how often do you ever look at someone's feet?
- >It'll do. You grad your smokes, passport, and a fistful of bits just in case.
- >You then pull the moon stone Luna gave you as a way to get her attention in the castle and pocket it.
- >Heading to the door, you open it to a calm summer breeze.
- >It was perfect outside. That familiar blue glow from the alabaster stone of the city giving you a sense of nostalgia.
- >You always did prefer the city at night. It had more charm to it.
- >You close the door behind you, lighting a cigarette and making for the castle garden to meet your date.
- >Excitement starts to take hold the closer you get. You're almost shocked at how this played out.
- >After a short stroll, you're at the south end of the castle, back in the familiar garden, your gaze turned up to the balcony.
- >You notice a faint light from Luna's room.
- >You pull out stone.
- >Probably not a good idea to chuck it up there like last time.
- “Right. Now how does this thing work...”
- >You recall Luna mentioning that you were supposed to talk into it.
- >Bringing the stone close to your mouth, you try to call Luna.
- “Uhh. Is this thing on?”
- >...
- >Bupkis.
- >Is it suppose to be on a certain frequency or something?
- >You fiddle with it for a second before you notice a pale glow come from the stone.
- “Dafuq is this?”
- >”Is that you, Anonymous?”
- >This fucking rock just spoke to you in Luna's voice. Is this thing a two way?
- >You pull it back to your mouth and continue.
- “Yeah. The show should be starting soon. You ready to go?”
- >It starts to glow again.
- >”Yes. Please give me a moment.”
- “Take your time.”
- >You pocet the stone and take a seat on a nearby bench in plain view of the balcony.
- >After a few minutes, the dark blue mare comes to edge of the balcony, taking notice of you.
- >She proceeds to dive from the balcony and shoots over to you, fluttering herself steady, making a deft landing in front of you.”
- >”Good evening, Anon.”
- “Likewise, Luna. You look great.”
- >She always looked great. Her taller, sleeker frame gave her a regal beauty the other skittle ponies lacked.
- >”I hope you didn't have to wait too long. I wasn't expecting you so soon.”
- “Not at all. I figured I'd come by so we could head to the show together. Shall we?”
- >Luna widens her eyes at you. A slight blush creeps in.
- >”Yes. Lead the way”
- >This was going to be fun.
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