Commission: Pony POV Series
Hello, my name is Beauty Brass. And yes, I am a member of Octavia's...her band. No, we're not related, even if I admit it is odd we're both Earth Ponies with musical Cutie Marks. We're simply good friends.
I'm a Canterlot native, have been since I was young. I'm not what most think of when they think of a Canterlot pony? Well I am one. And no, my parents didn't move here from another location. They're Canterlot nobility, born and bred. Surprised there are Earth Pony nobles? Canterlot is home to nobility feeling superior to non-nobles, not one race being better than the others. There are Pegasus nobles in Canterlot too.
Snappy? Sorry, it's just so annoying that everypony thinks Canterlot Ponies are all unicorn snobs. It drives me up the wall. My friends sometimes do it sometimes without meaning to.
But admittedly, I am proud to prove the stereotype wrong. Huh? I sound more bitter? Can't I be both?
Y-Yes...I...I mean no! It's not a tuba, it's a sousaphone! Now back to nobility.
No, it isn't common when people think of great musicians. Now where was I?
...You really aren't going to let this go, are you? You even have the filly doing the puppy dog eyes...Alright, I'll explain...
I'm sorry, it's just...The irony is that once I took pride in that fact. That I'm a successful classical musician with an abnormal instrument. My parents certainly didn't expect it. My parents are both classical musicians, Strong Strings and Beauty Bass, you may have heard of them. They certainly have had their fair share of hits. But they also expected I'd follow in their hoofsteps and take up a string instrument, or 'at worst a trumpet.' Imagine their surprise when I earned my Cutie Mark writing a solo song for the instrument. Hehe...you should've seen their reaction when my little sister Pitch Perfect became a professional harmonica player and got into country music. She even ended up marrying into the Apple Family and joining a country band with some of her in laws...who come to think about it, look eerily like a country music version of our band. They did warm up to both of us gradually thankfully. Clapping...every...time...we...
Y-Yes, I'm okay...just...
No, they didn't do anything to me...it was...
Oh...I...I guess I am trembling...I'm sorry...It's...a long story.
My Cutie Mark isn't just the sousaphone, it's bringing the beauty out of what I apply my talents to. Thus my name Beauty Brass. I take a special pleasure in doing it with things that most think are ugly. It just happens I...I express it primarily through m-music...I think I chose the sousaphone because it's not something people think is beautiful, and I always loved it and wanted to make it that. I wanted to show everypony the beauty I saw in it.
I EARNED my Cutie Mark proving my parents wrong about my instrument of choice and showing them the beauty in it, and I loved doing that...Now...I...I...
Huh? You really want to hear what happened to me? You have nothing but time?...You think it'd help?...I...Alright...
As part of Octavia's band, I'd been in Canterlot for the the royal wedding. Of course that also meant that after the 'invaders had been repelled' I was left without much to do. None of us where to be honest. After we'd been involved in a private show for Her Majesty, Octavia had been called aside for something and the rest of us had been allowed to do as we please. Was I jealous of her? No...Okay, a little bit. But I'd known her long enough to know she'd never just leave us for a solo act.
Yes, I decidedly was furious that Medley House was destroyed. We'd...we'd played there more than once, something I think we were justly proud of. And, as you can guess by now, I'm not a fan of losing something that was a point of pride for me.
We weren't quite sure what we should do. Frederick (our pianist) and Parish (our harpist) decided they'd check on relatives. Thankfully, my parents had a performance out of town at the time, so they'd not been caught up in all of this trouble...
So I chose to simply do the only thing I could think of and stay in our hotel room. Yes, I am a Canterlot native, but when we're in town on a gig, we normally stay in the same room for convince sake so we could chat with one another about the plan for the show. But we hadn't been expecting to be cooped up in our hotel room our entire trip, so I hadn't thought to bring any books or the like. I...I t-tried playing my sousaphone a bit. It'd been a long time since I'd played it solo.
...The dark cruel irony is...I was so happy in that moment...I felt so free and happy...I was lost in my own music from the instrument I enjoyed showing the world the beauty of. In a trance...
I smiled as I stopped playing the beat.
But to my surprise, the music didn't stop. There was an upbeat, cheery beat in the background.
Yes, I know it was foolish to go out during an invasion to check out random music playing, but that's exactly why it was so curious...wait, you weren't going to call me foolish?...Okay then...
H-hold on...t-this part...
I left my room and headed in the direction of the music. I wasn't the only one. A sizable crowd seemed just as curious as I did. We walked into a near by auditorium (Melody House wasn't the only such place in Canterlot), following the notes. I noticed that as the...the music went on, it changed genre, like whoever was doing the singing wasn't limiting themselves to one genre. I wasn't sure what to think of it to be honest. My talent did let me pick up that whoever was playing was quite good at it. But it was a curiosity, and it seemed to be drawing quite the crowd...that is the power of music...
Onstage was a pink pegasus with a yellow mane stood singing. Her Cutie Mark was a white flower, I believe a gardenia (mother had the gardeners put some in ours, I believe she mentioned it symbolized joy). She had several back dancers and a band behind her...thinking back on it, I should have noticed the band didn't seem entirely right. She seemed to have a few talented musicians backing her I guess. I suppose because she was singing so many types of music. It was currently the end of what I assume was a rock song of some sort. Not my cup of tea, but I appreciated a large range and that it was done well. Particularly since she'd been singing an upbeat number when I first heard it and this one was far more somber.
“Trap of love
Snared by desire
Trap of love
Beward the trap of looooooovvvvvve...”
“What's going on here?” asked one of the Canterlot natives.
“Oh, you came in late!” the mare announced in a cheery voice with a bright smile. “I'm here on behalf of Her Majesty! Canterlot's been through so much these past few days, and she wants to get everyponies' spirits back up!” She looked so energetic and cheerful, but not to the point of annoyance. She also seemed to have a natural charisma. I suppose it was how she carried herself: confident, but her expression said 'I want to help you out if I can.' I know a few Canterlot elites who have that look down to a tea, and it's certainly disarming. Yes, I picked that up just from seeing her: can see the beauty in things, remember?
“So she sent me to tell you all to keep smiling!” she said, giving a large, friendly grin and putting her hooves at the corners of her mouth. “My name is Jitterbug and I'll be your entertainment for this evening! If you don't like a certain style, don't worry! I'm sure I'll be singing songs everypony likes! I'll also be taking requests! So stick around!”
She admittedly did live up to her hype. Country, rock, rap, soul. It reminded me of some actors I knew who could replicate accents with near perfection. It wasn't entirely surprising, there wasn't anything stopping a pony from picking up many instruments or song styles, just personal taste. It would just take an impressive amount of time and effort. I assumed at the time her young age merely meant she was either a prodigy (not entirely unheard of) or music styles were her special talent. Though some of her choices were odd...
“I put a spell on you
And now you're mine
You can't stop the things I do
I ain't lyin'!”
No, we weren't brainwashed. In fact she joked about that when the number finished.
“Hehe, just kidding! I'm not one of those dumb invaders! But those mean brainwashing invaders are why we're all frowning, and what better way to show them we're not going to break than to mock them and keep smiling?! Am I right?!”
That made us laugh a bit. We relaxed. We just listened to the music and let ourselves get lost in. I think the obviously evil song not actually doing anything evil made us let our guard down.
She even sung the Equestrian national anthem and implored us to join in. We did proudly.
“Can I hear a 'For Equestria?!'” she called, looking around the crowd. I think for a moment she was practically counting us.
“That's the spirit! I'm going to try and a song I haven't practiced much...” Jitterbug said, looking down at her hooves. “I hope you'll all trust me to do it right, do you trust me?”
Of course, coming off our national anthem, it would have been rude to not nod politely.
“Good, because I'm just a little nervous to sing this in front of such a big crowd...” she said, looking around sheepishly. There was a bit of encouraging applause. “Alright then, let's get started!”
=Lunar 2 Eternal Blue Ending – Rondo Light and Shadows=
“A legend of old
A story forgotten
Ancient tales of true love
Stolen from time.
A darkened romance
Try hard to remember.
A doorway to the heart
beckons your mind!
And now, a corner of night,
Can lift the weigh from you
It's in my hooves.
If you'll just let me prove.
A destiny lost
Hearts that have been broken
The memories, of a time
I remember thinking it was the song she'd done best the entire night. She certainly was able to bring out the beauty of the number for us all to see.. And she definitely knew how to get the crowd involved in the melody, accompanying her vocals with hoof motions. She kept making eye contact with ponies in the front row as she sung.
“Just open your mind
The way stands before you
A doorway to the heart
You seek to find.”
The way she sang it was...well, songs...they're good at getting the audience to feel certain emotions...to let the musician in.
“Love can change the key you hold
Into a joyous chance.
So let my song into your mind
And so make it real.”
We...we...we were just lost in the song. That was what music did...I used to admire that fact so much. How much it can effect the audience's emotions. None of us noticed the ponies in the front row seeming to become more active in their admiration after she or one of her back ups looked them in the eyes for a few moments.
And no pony thought it was odd when they came into the crowd and singing directly to certain ponies, always making eye contact. Her back up dancers did the same...and strangely so did some of the guards present.
Then she came to me.
“Blue star above me
It's mystic shimmer tells of love.
I should know.
Whisper its secrets
To soothe your doubts and calm your fear.”
And the music seemed to do just that as she looked into my eyes. I slowly felt all doubts and fear slip away from me as I swear I saw her eyes flash green...all bad thoughts...All that was left was joy, and love for the ones who'd freed us cattle from needing to think.
When the comet pulls the bow,
The stars begin their dance
The time when destiny and hope
Will give birth again
The if it's to be
You'll find a glimmer of the life
I should know
Only that moment
Can give you true joy free from fear
Until that moment
Just find some comfort in the love
Within your slumber
Safe from all harm and free from fear...”
And we were all...all lost in a fog. A happy fog willing to do whatever Her Majesty thought best for us to do.
Jitterbug giggled. “Good good, we miss anypony?” she asked. We all shook our heads obediently. “Good! Now don't you all feel so much happier now that we're doing the thinking for you?”
We nodded like good little cattle.
“Good! Don't worry, you'll never have to think for yourselves again! You can just live happily and help the hive! Now come on everypony, come with me and keep smiling!”
And we marched out, green eyed and happy. Proud to serve our new masters.
Walking, walking, working working. Walk here, walk there. Build that, move this. I remember being upset for a moment when my shovel snapped for no apparent reason. But it didn't last long. I was a happy little cattle.
We were so happy. So bucking happy! Nothing matter but being happy! I couldn't worry about the fact I'm not a physical pony and my muscles hurt! I couldn't worry about anything! I couldn't care when a bucking house almost crushed me and some other ponies! I-
…S-Sorry...I got a little hysterical there...Just...no matter how much danger I got into, I couldn't run. I had to just stand there and smile...Even when that witch got exposed, I still couldn't react. I was still just a happy little slave doing whatever they wanted.
...The same as everypony else under the spell. I was just a happy little cog in the machine. I didn't like that. I didn't want that at all. The worst part was I didn't CARE. I ENJOYED it. A part of me liked being just like everypony else. I felt happy I didn't have to think about anything or act on my own at all.
I was just so glad when those four brave little fillies and one baby dragon saved us and took Jitterbug out...Even if seeing a filly doing that kind of music was mildly disturbing...
I thought...I thought when the Princess defeated that witch and her magic healed everypony it was gone. But...
I found myself trembling whenever I tried to pick up anything music related again. Whether it was songs or my instrument, or even tickets to shows.. I pushed it to the back of my mind and tarried on. After all, the Princess had healed everypony, so naturally I couldn't be any different, right? For the first time in my life I wanted to be the same as everypony else of my own free will. And I was perfectly fine. No pony thought otherwise and neither did I...of course I didn't. There couldn't be anything wrong with me, right? But...then we were at a concert celebrating the end of the conflict. Octavia felt like it'd be a good way to show Equestria we'd been hurt, not broken (the same reason the Princesses had stated that the wedding wouldn't be canceled)...No one noticed I'd broken out in a cold sweat while playing but...but afterward...
“Fantastic show,” said one of the nobles in that snobby way that just reinforces that stupid stereotype ponies have about us. “It was positively mesmerizing...”
I have no idea what he said after that. I just heard that last word echoing in my ears.
Like the siren's song that'd hypnotized me...
I didn't think, I just ran and hid in the bathroom, trembling.
After that...I...I just couldn't pick up my sousaphone at all. I can't even bare to look at it...I...
I've always loved how music can affect ponies. How it can move the soul...but now...every time I try to start playing again, I can't help feeling like I'm doing the exact thing that was done to me. That somehow my music is brainwashing ponies. That I was no better than the monster that'd brainwashed me. All I could see when I saw someone being effected by music was an empty shell until the song was over...
Have you ever heard the legend of the Sirens? Three creatures who's singing nearly tore Equestria apart? Who mesmerized ponies into adoring them with their song?...I couldn't help feeling I was like them. That all music was like them...I want to tell myself it's stupid and idiotic but it's how I feel...
It was like the beauty I'd once loved finding in music was gone...and replaced with an ugliness that turned my stomach.
The rest of the band have tried to help me find the beauty again. Surprised? They're my friends, they know me well enough to be worried when I stopped being able to play music... Frederick (yes, odd name for a pony) tried taking me to all the finest music venues he could think of, thinking if I was exposed to enough music, then it'd break me out of my depression. All that accomplished was make me have another mental breakdown. Parish put on a private concert for me with his harp. I was hyperventilating by the end of it.
I...honestly think I'm afraid of music...
I can't listen to anything without breaking down anymore. I...I just feel empty. Music was my life. Bringing out the beauty of the notes was my passion...and now I can't even listen to it without feeling dirty and ill.
Huh? Sorry, there's a knock on my door...
I looked at our band leader standing in front of me. She looks so worried...
“May I come in, Beauty?”
I invited her in and had one of my butlers serve us tea. Yes, I have butlers. I treat them very well, thank you...oh, you didn't think I didn't?...Huh. Most ponies do.
“Beauty Brass...are you okay?”
I sighed. “...Frederick and Parish told you how I acted when they tried an intervention, didn't they?”
“They're very worried about you, Beauty,” she said, not even touching her tea.
“Of course they are...I'm worried about me...”
“Yes, and so am I...Have you thought about seeing a doctor?”
I grumbled, looking away. “I'm not crazy, Octavia.”
She gave me a look she normally reserved for Vinyl Scratch (yes, I know her. I was never a fan of...of dubtrot, or having it play during our recitals).
I gave a sigh. “...You're not going to drop it, are you?”
“I grew up on a rock farm, if that did nothing it taught me patience, Beauty.”
I looked down defeated at my hooves. “...I'm afraid...everypony else...they were healed...why...why wouldn't I be? Why do I have to be like this?”
“...I never thought I'd hear you want to be like everypony else, Beauty...it unsettles me...”
“...It does me too...so are you going to go turn me over to the doctors, Octavia?”
“That's something only you can do, Beauty. If I did it you'd only come to resent me. You wouldn't let them do anything.”
She knew me well.
“...So what are you going to do?”
“...Would it help me saying that I know how you feel?”
I scoffed, looking down at my tea. “How could you?”
Octavia trotted over and moved a chair next to me. “...Twice now some psychopathic monster has loved my singing and saw me as a caged song bird for their own personal enjoyment...I know that feeling of wondering if what makes you happy, and makes you special, is somehow wrong...but letting those monsters take away what makes us special isn't the way to go about it. It only makes things worse.”
Naturally we were aware of Octavia's encounter with Discord. We were the ones that had stopped her from tearing her own ears off after what that devil did to her, and what Chrysalis had done, but how it'd effected her emotionally wasn't something we'd been completely At the time, the sentiment felt...
Octavia looked at me with a blink. “And what?”
I looked at her. I admit, I probably looked like I was begging her for help...I think because I was. “And how did you get better?!”
“I remembered that I love turning what I hear in the world into songs.”
“...That doesn't help Octavia...” I said, my head dropping, pinning my hear. “That's why you play...why you enjoy it...it's not why I do...I can't find beauty in it anymore!”
Octavia frowned...then blinked like an idea entered her mind. “...What did you just say?”
“I said that's why you love music, not why I do...why I did....”
“...Beauty, can I come back some other time?”
I cocked my head. “Uh...I suppose...why?”
Octavia sent me a letter shortly there after and we took a train to...well, essentially the middle of nowhere. Fredrick and Parish were also on board and presumably more in the know than me. “Where are we going, Octavia?”
“Neither of you are going to tell me, are you?” I asked Parish and Fredrick.
Both stallions shook their heads.
How did we get there without the paparazzi getting on our tail? Classical music doesn't attract the 'buzzards' as some celebrities like to call them as much as other groups. They also had the new C-Changeling Q-Queen and her tribe to keep them busy. Also, we took the least expensive train we could, a nice trick for ditching them since we normally use high class travel.
We finally ended up at a rock quarry I think. Apparently that odd pony with the bow tie at the wedding knew a surprisingly large number of empty quarries in Equestria.
“There you are Octy!”
Me, Parish, and Frederick all jumped a few feet in the air while Octavia didn't move.
“Hello, Pinkie Pie, thank you for coming.”
I have no idea how I hadn't noticed a pink, perky pony in a dull, gray, drab quarry.
“Octavia, what's your sister doing here?”
“You'll see, Beauty...”
“Is Photo going to make it?” Pinkie Pie chimed in.
“No, she has a big photo shoot to do, Pinkie,” my band-mate replied. “Besides, this isn't her thing. I don't think our...other...”
Octavia groaned, holding her head like she had a headache. “Never mind. Do you remember what we're doing?”
No, I am not surprised by Octavia's sisters. My sister is a harmonica playing country musician, I have no room to accuse her of having a weird family. I was more confused by the fact her sister had somehow beat us to a quarry that I'm fairly certain was closer to Canterlot than Ponyville.
“Yep! Like when you earned your mark?”
“Exactly. Though unfortunately it's just the two of us to start it out.”
“Don't worry! I can multitask!”
I cocked my head. “Octavia, what is going on here?”
Octavia merely set me down on a rock...with a handkerchief draped over it. I gave her a small glare and removed it, sitting down like a normal pony instead of a snob. I wonder why she sighed, she knows me.
Pinkie Pie produced a bag which she dumped out to reveal a surprisingly large amount of rock farming equipment.
And they went to work. Literally. My band-mate and her odd ball sister started swinging away with a hammer. Her sister did much the same, sometimes one held a stake for the other to drive...in fact, Pinkie did it for herself on more than one occasion...somehow...
I am all for not acting like the snobbish nobles that give us a bad name, but this seemed extreme even to me.
But for some reason, I began to feel...happy...I began to feel a sense of nostalgia my mind had missed for some time. I actually felt the urge to tap my hoof. Frederick and Parish seemed to be noticing something different as well.
Then...as I listened...I noticed a rhythm. A beat. A certain...melody to it. That's when I realized Octavia seemed to be directing her sister with body motions. Like a conductor almost.
It sounded strangely beautiful, despite obviously being a pair of ponies working in a rock quarry. And...I actually began to understand why. I began to pick up the beat and the pacing. To pick up what was turning the den of labor into...a melody, then something beautiful. I could follow it...I could see what made it beautiful...
But I still couldn't understand why I felt nostalgic and...oddly comforting...like being reminded of a happy memory...
And then Octavia motioned, and while not entirely great at it, Parish and Frederick finally began joining in as well after spending several moments listening to the beat to get in tune...keeping the same beat and continuing to turn the act of work into something beautiful...and it just felt so familiar...like it was stirring something in me...And then I realized it...and I felt a certain memory flow back to me...
“Now, Beauty, that instrument isn't-”
I began to play. Play so beautifully my parents were astonished and couldn't help staring in awe when I finished. I gave it my all trying to prove something they didn't think was worth my time was beautiful. And I felt a tingle on my flank.
“...Dear...how did you...that was...”
“Anything is beautiful if you bring it out!”
...I'd been largely self taught, since my parents didn't initially approve...and I'd shown them it could be beautiful (at least playing classical music instead of in a marching band)...and I was proud...
Now years later...seeing the same beauty being brought out of rocks...made me relive the moment I earned my Cutie Mark. It was the same thing I'd proven to my parents now being presented to me again. What had started my love of music in the first place...bringing beauty out of something that wasn't beautiful on the surface. And it didn't disturb me...it felt strangely nostalgic and right...
Octavia collapsed on her back, panting and wheezing. “I...I admit...I'm not as in shape for rock farming as I used to be...”
Fredrick joined her, as did Parish. “We were never in shape for it...”
Pinkie just swallowed an entire bag of sugar.
Once she caught her breath, Octavia turned to me. “...Did that frighten you?”
I shook my head. “No...Octavia...what was that?”
“My talent lets me pick up on the rhythms and melodies of the world around me...yours?”
“To bring out the beauty...in...things...”
My eyes widened in realization. A song from the rocks. A song from the den of hard work...if a song could exist there...if beauty could exist there. It clicked in my brain. “...You listen to the song everywhere, I see the beauty everywhere...”
Octavia smiled, still panting.. “Yes...We're both bringing out something that speaks to everything because everything has it. Everything has its own beauty and its own melody. That's what we both see...we could have just told you that everything has a song of its own, but you wouldn't have listened if we hadn't tried to put it into something where the reason you love music could shine through...”
“...By letting me see beauty brought out of something no one would expect...”
They'd not just told me or played a song. They'd distilled why I loved music. They'd turned something that even I at first didn't see the beauty of into a beautiful song. And they knew that with my talent I'd appreciate it...let it never be said Octavia isn't smart.
Admittedly, if they'd just tried telling me, I'd probably have not got it...
“Correct...the beat I chose?...That's the rhythm I picked up whenever you played and were happy before...it is your song of when music made you happy. That's why it spoke to you. Not because of any magic or corruption. But because it was your soul's song of joy...ugh, that sounded much less cheesy in my mind...”
It didn't surprise me she remembered it. We were musicians, having a memory for music was a necessity.
As I've said, I took a pride in bringing the beauty out of an instrument most wouldn't look twice at for my intents...and seeing the beauty and song brought out of the den of construction, my song...it made what she was saying click with me.
Everything had a song. When we play...it's the song in us speaking to others...or our own song being played back...and that conversation moves us...it effects us because it speaks to that part of us...It just took having my own song played back to me in a way I could see clearly to make me see it.
Just like the beauty in a mountain or a river talks to our souls...sorry for waxing poetics, it was an inner realization. They tend to be poetic. And can sometimes be more cheesy than we intend.
“Music and beauty affects our emotions...because music and beauty are both languages of the soul...”
I started crying. “I...I've been a fool, haven't I? I've known that since I earned my mark...”
Octavia hugged me, followed by Frederick and Parish...and Pinkie. “We all can be when we're hurt Beauty...” our band leader explained.
“And the reason I couldn't tell you was because I wasn't speaking your language with my harp,” Parish explained. “You needed to see the beauty brought out of something because that's what you liked to do.”
“And we all hoped if you got the message in a way you can understand, you might listen to it,” Frederick explained.
I smiled. “...You were right...thank you...”
“You're welcome. Are you feeling better now?” Octavia asked.
“A lot...thank you all...”
“It was Octy's idea!” Pinkie chimed in. “I'm just here for a cameo!”
“Thank you, Octavia.”
“What are friends for?...Though I will say it was largely due to what you said about us seeing things in different ways. I knew how I saw the world, but it wasn't until then I saw the comparison.”
“I suppose that happens sometimes...” I replied. “Those moments were one little thing inspires us...”
As musicians we all knew it well.
“I suppose...Now I think we should go get washed off...being sweaty and smelly is no condition for a concert musician...”
We laughed, though they had begun to stink from all the sweat. But that just shows how important it was for them...they went outside of their comfort zone to help me back into mine.
I had to be reminded of what music really meant the same way I'd learned it: by seeing the beauty brought out of something most didn't think COULD be beautiful.
I had to shake off some rust after being out of practice...but now I didn't feel empty...I remembered what music really meant to me and could enjoy it again...I could love it again...
I was free...
Okay, I was free after several visits to the psychologist once I finally realized I needed it, and a personal visit to Queen Cadence to have her use a memory spell on me. You happy now?
I do admit, it wasn't easy nor entirely fun to arrange a meeting with the new Changeling Queen, in part because I was still terrified of Changelings at the time...thankfully the Changelings did seem understanding of that. And so was Cadence.
Also thankfully, Cadence was also happy to use her magic to help me heal and use that spell of hers to help remind me of my love of music more than my friends already did. I most certainly needed it.
I also met Jitterbug again during my visit...and admittedly punched her in the jaw...rather hard. No, I'm not sorry for it one bit, nor was I expected to be. We surprisingly ended up parting ways on better terms, but that's a story for another day. Let's just say while it will take me awhile to fully trust her, I don't hate her as I once did.
Be that as it may...at the end of everything? I love music again and can see the beauty in it again. I'm no longer afraid of the effect it has on others because I know it's not brainwashing, but one soul talking to another. I'm truly free.
Now...if you excuse me, we have an important concert to go put on, and I wouldn't miss it for the world. Oh, you want to come? I suppose that would be okay...
We stood on backstage. It was actually a charity event to help build a new opera house in Canterlot. Nothing would ever replace the Melody House, but it was still admittedly a happy moment to see a large number of musicians come together. Yes, that included Sapphire Shores and Vinyl Scratch. Jitterbug was also present...the reason why is a story for another day. But I will say I was surprised she was there without being ordered to as part of her punishment. She wanted to help raise money and had Queen Cadence make this part of her community service. Once more, a story for another day.
We were all musicians after all...Hehe...Guess it's moments like this that prove I never should have been afraid of music's influence. All these different ponies love music enough to come together to raise money for it.
I turned to see my little sister and her band...once more, it is rather odd they resemble a country music version of us. So very odd.
“Howdy sis, how are yah doin'?” she asked, giving me a tip of her hat.
No, that isn't my sister's actual accent. She picked it up from her husband because she wanted to differentiate herself from Canterlot. And I believe she genuinely prefers it. I've always said it was quite ironic that Octavia is trying to differ herself from her farm lifestyle while MY sister is trying to differ herself from the Canterlot lifestyle.
“Good...much better than I have been for quite some time.”
“Glad to hear it! Ah was hopin' yah'd get out of your funk!”
She and I hugged. She showed anger with the Changelings at what had happened to members of her husband's family, Jitterbug politely apologized for her tribe's actions...and didn't argue when my sister punched her in the jaw. Yes, Pitch Perfect's band was performing as well. It was a showcase of Equestria's best musicians to raise money, we were more concerned about building a place to share music than proving one style was better than another.
Our turn came and we took the stage. I smiled at my parents in the front row...how could I ever have thought this was evil? Seeing all these ponies brought together by a love of music? It was just so surreal...
I put my lips to my sousaphone and began to play to what Octavia called 'the Song of Unity'. It was a melody she'd composed when visiting one of the 'love drives' set up for the Changelings. It represented a coming together of different forces. Can't say it was inappropriate.
What more is there to say?
We let our hearts free to play our song. I'm free.