Innocence

by TorontoFCBrony

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Slice of Life, Sad, Romance
Length: 5827

A tragic car accident and injuries to Octavia leave Noteworthy wondering where everything went wrong.

After an argument, Noteworthy decides to take his love, Octavia, for a drive in the car to try and figure out a way to make things better. However, they continue to argue, and Noteworthy loses control in the car, landing them in a ditch after a few flips off the highway from Ponyville to Canterlot. Octavia is critically injured in the seat beside him while she was still mad at him. Noteworthy wonders in his mind how did things all go wrong, and he begs and pleads that Octavia will survive the accident.

This story was inspired by the song Innocence by The Airborne Toxic Event, one of the most beautiful and passionate songs ever performed in my opinion. This story is in the first person as narrated by Noteworthy. In this story the ponies have mostly modern technology, so it is a bit of an alternate universe, but takes place at the same time of the show.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-23 18:17:35 UTC

Oh My Love...

Tic. Tic. Tic. Tic.

I could hear water droplets hitting the metal roof of my car.  But that wasn't all.  I could feel the occasional cold drop fall on my cheek, but I still just couldn't gather enough strength to open my eyes.

Eventually, the drops on my face created too much of an annoyance for me to ignore them anymore.  I opened my eyes, looking straight up above me.  I had expected to see the roof of my beloved automobile, but instead I was actually looking straight into the night sky, the rain pouring down.  There was a massive hole in the roof.  After grunting a few times in pain, I moved around with my seatbelt still on, trying to see what exactly had just happened.

The windshield was cracked and pushed in, the windows to the sides shattered, the roof had the hole that I had already discovered a few seconds ago.  I was stiff from I presumed was a crash, but I didn't feel any major injuries.  I may have come out of it unharmed, or the shock I was still in may have just been concealing the pain for the time being, but I wasn't exactly sure at this point.

Looking out the window beside me, I could see a small hill that we had obviously fell down.  The guardrail running parallel to the road was broken, and the grass and shrubs in the hill were all crushed and cleared by the car.  It was apparent to me, due to the damage to both the car and the ground, that we actually had rolled multiple times.

I had no idea where we were, but all I could remember was having driving on the highway between Ponyville and Canterlot while arguing with my fillyfriend, Octavia.  Wait a minute... Octavia?!  Oh sweet Celestia!  I had totally forgotten that she was even with me at this point.  I was just too concerned with what had just happened to see if she had been uninjured in the accident.

I looked over to my right.  The grey earth pony, the love of my life, was still in her seat thankfully.  Things did not look good, though.  She obviously had some major injuries.  Her chest and head were bruised badly, but thankfully she was still wearing her seatbelt at the time of the crash.  If she hadn't been wearing her belt, things could have been a lot worse.

I quickly unbuckled myself, reaching over to her to make sure that my beloved mare was okay.  I gave her a few slight shakes with my hoof to try to make her open her eyes.  Since that didn't do the trick, I said very quietly, "Sweetheart, please speak to me.  Tell me you're okay."

There was no response.  She just sat there in her injured position, motionless.  I yelled out, "Octavia, please speak to me!"

Still no response.  At this point, panic was starting to creep its ugly face into my brain and heart.  I could feel my heart pounding faster than it ever had before.  I needed to do something, but I didn't know what really could have been done.  I quickly ran outside.  The rain was cold on this early autumn day, and I hadn't a jacket, coat, or even a blanket on me at the time.  I put all of that, as well as my own pain, behind me to try and get some help.  I ran up the hill, which was slippery from the rain on the cleared grass.

I went through the broken guardrail and onto the road, hoping desperately to see somepony who could help.  There were cars coming on my side of the highway, and the only signs of life were the few cars passing by on the other side of the divider.  Even if they had seen me waving desperately, they had no way of coming over to help.  From the lack of cars on the road, I knew that it must have been late.  The last time I had looked at the clock in the car it was about midnight.  I remembered going on a drive with Octavia to try and take our minds off of an argument that we were having earlier at my apartment, but my memory was still not working as well as I wanted it to.  I still did not have a clue as to what led to the accident.

There was no help coming, so I ran back down the hill to my car, hoping desperately that Octavia had awoken by now.  However, by the time I slipped and slid down the wet grassy hill, I looked in the open car door, and Octavia was still in the same position she was previously.

I sat back in my seat, hoping desperately to find my cell phone to make an emergency call.  I looked everywhere: under the seat, in the glove compartment, in my pockets... I wasn't wearing any clothing.  But that was when a memory struck me.  I remembered telling Octavia not to bring our phones.  I wanted us to go on a quiet drive, where we could just talk and be together, working out our differences.  I didn't want anypony to spoil the moment with a phone call or a text.  I realised at that point what a stupid decision that really was.

Oh Octavia, my sweet love.  I gazed upon her, hoping for any signs of life, but there were still none.  At this point, my heart was pounding, my mind was racing.  'This is all your fault.  She wouldn't be holding on to her life if it wasn't for you being an idiot, picking an argument with her.  She's going to die, and you're to blame,' my brain kept telling me, among other things.

Worry and fear are horrible emotions, though.  They cloud your judgement, and end up making tomorrow's problem today's, while draining you of your current strength.  Right now, worrying and fearing for the worst was just killing me on the inside.  The only logical thing to do was to just sit for a few seconds and take a breath.

Looking forward in my seat, I waited until my heart rate lowered.  It lowered enough for me to breath normally, which helped me to think a little more clearly.  The sound of the nighttime rain was actually a little calming.  I turned to Octavia, reaching my hoof over to her.  I slowly moved my hand through her luscious, dark grey mane, feeling the slight tickle of her soft hair.  I then tamely rubbed my hoof on the fur of her cheek, but that caused no change in her condition.

Oh Octavia, sweet, innocent Octavia, my beloved- how did we get here?  How did we end up in a situation like this?  I could only help but wonder.

Coming Together

As I sat in the car, waiting for my beautiful mare to show any signs of life, my brain started to wander.  It brought memories back to me of how things all began between the two of us.  In fact, things actually all began quite a few years ago.

I had just graduated Ponyville High School alongside my best friend, Thunderlane.  I had my gotten my cutie mark a few years prior, and things were really starting to look up.  My cutie mark is two pairs of eighth notes, representing my musical abilities.  I got it in high school when I discovered my talent for singing and guitar.  Thunderlane also had a talent for guitar, but to be a famous musician was not one of his goals in life.  He had always wanted to become one of the Wonderbolts, but I always will respect him for sticking by my side and playing music with me.

The two of us formed a musical duo, and we had gained some popularity in town, but we were still nameless and only had a few songs in the alternative rock genre.  We realised quickly that we would be going nowhere if we didn't find a drummer, as well as somepony else who could play along with us, specifically on the bass guitar or the keyboard.  However, they didn't come until after our first show.

We played our first show at The Hub, a bar in Ponyville, in front of about a hundred ponies.  It was just myself and Thunderlane, but we jammed well together and got our fellow Ponyvillians to give us a loud round of applause at the end.  After the show, when we were putting our instruments away, we were approached by Time Turner and Pine Breeze.  We were previously acquainted with these two stallions, being from the same town and around the same age, but we were never really that close.  However, they were interested in joining our band.  Time Turner, who was an aspiring doctor in Ponyville, played drums, and Pine Breeze, a landscaper, played both bass guitar and the keyboard.  They were exactly the kind of ponies we were looking for, and thus The Stallions band was born.

We went on a small tour in a few towns around Equestria upon the release of our first album.  We played in pubs and bars in Ponyville, Manehatten, Canterlot, Fillydelphia, Baltimare, and Vanhoover.  It was overall a very successful tour, as we played extremely well and energetic, gaining popularity at every stop we made.  However, something was still missing, and Thunderlane and I knew that fact.  We were just a small indie band, and nothing more.  The bars were fun to play in, but we wanted to be more than just that.  We wanted to be special.  We needed something about us set us aside from all of the other small bands.  If it was a specific sound, instrument, or style, I wasn't sure at the time, but I would end up finding that special something not too far down the road.

The Grand Galloping Gala

The next day came, and we spent it in Canterlot, enjoying the sights and shops.  When the time finally came to go to the Grand Galloping Gala, we were all excited for different reasons.  Time Turner was excited to meet all of the famous ponies, Caramel wanted to try all the food, Thunderlane wanted to see all of the classy, dressed up mares, and I wanted to go just for the enjoyment of being at an amazing event.

"Okay guys, we all agree to stick together tonight?" I asked them.  "We'll enjoy it if we all stay together."

"Agreed," they all said in reply.

As soon as we arrived at the gala, all three of them split from me.  I should have seen that coming, but I still laughed about how fast they ditched me.

So that was when I had to switch to Plan B: just enjoy myself.  I was a young stallion from the small town Ponyville who was aspiring to be a big-time musician, and yet here I was- the biggest event of the year in the capital city of the whole kingdom.  The rich and famous were plentiful here.  This was my time to enjoy myself while possibly making somewhat of a name for myself.  How?  I wasn't too sure at the time.

Some ponies say they feel like a big fish in a little pond.  Well, while trotting around the castle with famous and rich ponies everywhere, I felt like the smallest fish in the biggest pond in Equestria.  Everypony was somepony here.  I was only there for no more than five minutes, but I had to just stop for a minute and collect myself. To the left of me were Soarin and Spitfire from the Wonderbolts, to the right of me were Hoity Toity and Photo Finish, at a distance behind them was Sapphire Shores- I could hardly hold in my joy.  I felt like a little fanfilly.  However, I knew that I had to keep it cool if I was going to become a somepony like them one day.

The first thing I had to do was to was introduce myself to Princess Celestia.  I could see her waiting at the top of the stairs, bowing towards the visiting ponies.  Beside her appeared to be a smaller purple unicorn who looked quite familiar, but I couldn't tell from this distance who she was.

As I made my way closer, I was quite disappointed, but not surprised, to see the massive line of ponies waiting to greet her.  I decided to wait in line.  I waited.  I waited some more.  I nearly fell asleep standing up at one point, but a nudge from the pony behind me woke me up so that I can move only a few more steps above me.  All of the waiting was worth it, though.  I was finally able to see the glorious sun princess up close.  Her flowing hair was simply stunning; her white coat of fur the cleanest I had ever seen.  She said, "Welcome to the gala."  It wasn't much, but it was my first encounter with royalty.  Right after, I was able to shake the hoof of the smaller unicorn beside her, whom I finally realised was Twilight Sparkle.  I wasn't too close to her, but I had visited the library in Ponyville on occasion before to borrow any musical book that she had.  We smiled together as acquaintances, but nothing more.

I trotted my way throughout the grounds, nervously waving and saying a quick "hello" to everypony I saw, most of them had some sort of clout.  In the garden out back, I could see a pretty little pony whom I knew to be Fluttershy trying to play with the animals.  I never really knew much about that mare, since she was always just so quiet and, well, shy.

I passed by the farmer pony, Applejack, who had a stand with many of her apple treats for sale.  I probably would have bought a delicious apple pie, if it wasn't for a mare who came along to offer me some free, delicious Canterlot hor d'oeuvres.

However, the most important thing that happened to me on this night, which was actually a life-changing moment for me, happened as I made my way into the large ballroom.  There were ponies standing and talking, but nothing really interesting happening.  As I made my way through the room, hoping to find something to do, a certain noise tickled my ear.  In fact, it was such a nice noise that it caused me to stop right then and there.  It was a sound.  It wasn't just any sound, though.  It was the sound.  It was the sound that I was looking for, the sound that our band needed.  I quickly cocked my head to the right, and there I saw a few ponies playing instruments, performing quiet background music for the listeners to enjoy.  They were a quartet of classical musicians.

It wasn't the whole group of them that got me interested, it was one sound in particular, but locating it would take a second or two.  In fact, that's all it took.  I pinpointed the sound coming from the cello that was being played.  It was a quiet, low pitched sound, but something about it just spoke to me.  What also helped was the fact that the pony playing it was a mare.  She wasn't just any normal mare, though.  She was the most stunning creature I ever laid my eyes on.  Her grey coat, her black mane, her light purple eyes with those long eyelashes- there was just something about her that just had my heart racing.  Even her cutie mark was special.  It was a light-purple treble clef, which was interesting, considering the fact that she played the cello.  But alas, I still had never felt such attraction to a mare before.  In fact, I had never even been in a relationship before.  I had never really thought of having one as much as I did right there.

I continued to just watch for the next few songs.  All of the ponies played very well together, but I just loved the sound of the cello.   After about the third or fourth song- or maybe even more, I lost count- the mare playing the cello winked at me, batting her eyelashes.  She must have known that I was there solely to listen and watch her.  That made my entire body stiffen up.  It was a weird feeling.  My emotions were a mix of, 'oh crap, she saw me looking at her,' and 'oh yay, she noticed me looking at her!'  It was a weird feeling, but I loved it.

Luckily for me, that was the last song the group would play for the time being.  It appeared that they were just taking a quick rest.  I stomped my hooves on the ground to applaud their wonderful music, but it was quite embarrassing because I was the only pony who was actually paying any attention.  This was my time to shine; my chance to approach the grey earth mare and maybe, just maybe, actually get to talk to her.  My mind was racing, my heart was pounding, but I had to put that all behind me and just go for it.

"He... hello.  I'm N-Noteworthy," I stuttered after stepping on the stage and approaching the cellist, who was putting her large instrument away for the time being.

She turned around and gave me a quick smile.  "Hello, Noteworthy, I'm Octavia," she replied while reaching her hoof forward to shake mine.  Her voice nearly made me melt.  She had a beautiful, sophisticated, yet very sexy Caterlot accent.  I softly grabbed her hoof with mine, brought it up to my mouth, and kissed it tenderly.

She gave me quite an interesting look in reply.  "Too far?" I asked her.

After blinking a few times, probably involuntarily, batting her long eyelashes at me, she replied, "Not at all.  That was very gentlecoltly of you.  Where are you from, Noteworthy?"

'Wow, she actually hasn't pushed me away yet.  Progress!' I thought to myself.  "I'm... I'm from Ponyville," I hesitated to say.  Canterlotians had a sort of sophistication that was a little intimidating to us Ponyvillians.

"Ponyville?" she replied.  "Ponyville is simply lovely.  I love the city life here in Canterlot, but there's always something about the country that's just so appealing to me."

I did not expect a response like that.  It was very polite, and it made me feel good about my home town.  Usually we were just laughed at and called 'hicks' or 'hillbillies'.

I just smiled back in reply, with nothing really to say at this point.  Thinking about this moment still makes me cringe.  I must've creeped her out, but she didn't really show it.  I was just so nervous speaking to such a beautiful mare.

She seemed to have wanted to keep the conversation going, though.  She continued, "I can see from your cutie mark that you also have a musical background.  What do you play?  What do you do for work?"

'Ah, this is now my chance,' I thought to myself.  'Don't screw it up!'

"I am the lead singer and guitarist for an alternative rock band called The Stallions," I replied, smooth as could be.

Octavia's eyes opened up a little.  "I'm very impressed.  I can't say I've ever heard of you, though."

I responded, in the most humble voice I could muster up, "That's quite all right.  We are very small right now because we just started.  We only did one tour so far."

"Well, I hope to see you stallions next time you come to Canterlot," Octavia assured me.  That was when we had to part for the time being.  She had to get prepared for her next set of songs to perform, and I wanted to end the conversation before I screwed anything up.

Soon after that I found the other members of my band, who also all seemed to have a wonderful time themselves.  That was when Pinkie Pie went up to the microphone, trying to get all of the ponies to start partying.  I knew Pinkie for many years prior, as well as her many antics.  I put on the best fake smile I could muster up as she yelled out, "C'mon, everypony, I know what'll make you shake those groove-thangs!"  She pointed to the musicians, and they started to play while Pinkie started to sing the Pony Pokey.

It was clear to me that the musicians were not too happy with Pinkie as the song went on.  They played with a little bit of a grudge on their faces.  The pink bundle of joy was singing on jumping around on stage, which was fun for me to see at first, but near the end of the song she started to dance against the reserved musicians, even knocking Octavia to the ground.  Pinkie didn't quite get away with it, though, because she was heckled by the tough Canterlot crowd.  I truly did feel bad for Pinkie, because she was just being herself, after all.

After Octavia lifted herself back up, she looked over to me and rolled her eyes with a smile, which told me that she was quite all right.  I gave her an apologetic face in return, even though it wasn't my fault, because I truly did feel bad for the whole ordeal.  She seemed to be done playing music for the night, though.  She put her cello back against the wall, and came back down and appeared to be trotting towards me.

I could feel my nerves coming back as she approached me while I was with my fellow band members.  I was also beside my best friend, Thunderlane, who would always tease me about mares.  I desperately hoped that they wouldn't say anything that could hurt my chances on this night.

As I peaked over at my best friend, I realised that he wasn't looking at me at all.  In fact, Time Turner and Pine Breeze weren't looking at me either.  They were all looking at Octavia as she made her way over.

As soon as the mare whom I had a crush on was about to speak, Time Turner interrupted her and said, "Are you a weeping angel?  Because I could stare at you all day."

'Oh brother,' I said in my head as I rolled my eyes.  I shoved him out of the way in order to face Octavia, who chuckled at my rudeness towards my friend.

"Hey," she said.

"Yes?  Hey!  What's up? I asked very quickly and nervously.  I could hear Thunderlane snicker behind me.

"I know I don't really know you, and this may seem weird, but do you want to go for a drink somewhere?  I think I need a break from this place," she said to me.

I was just so ecstatic that she made the first move.  That really made things so much easier for me.  I naturally accepted, and started to walk with her out of the castle.  Looking back at my three friends, they all were giving me teasing looks, but I winked back at them.  I was the one leaving with the mare, after all.

After we left outside the castle, I asked Octavia where she wanted to go.  Her only response was, "Somewhere quiet."  Since I wasn't from Canterlot, the only place I knew was Canterlot Gardens.  However, that was exactly where she seemed to want to go after I suggested it.

We seemed to have left at the perfect time.  We could hear a loud commotion coming from the ballroom.  We heard a mix of ponies screaming, the crashing of some very expensive statues, as well as shrieking of what seemed to be monkeys, birds, and other animals.  We laughed it off and put it all behind us, though, hoping to finish off the evening quietly together.  To be honest, I had no idea what was going to happen next.  I had never been in a situation like this before.

As we made our way on a quiet walk through the Canterlot streets, with the streetlights guiding the way, Octavia lowered her head on my shoulders as we continued to walk forward.  I didn't really know what to think at this point.  Things were just moving so fast, a little too fast, now that I think about it.  I had only known her for maybe a few hours.  But I let her lean her head on my, because it seemed to comfort the mare.  I still didn't know much about her, or even what her story was, but I was really hoping that I would soon find out.

We were able to get a two seats on the balcony of the restaurant, where we had a great view of the castle.  The stars on this night were beautiful and everywhere.  We each ordered a glass of cider for ourselves to get started.

"So, Octavia," I said after we received our drinks.  She perked her head up from her glass.  "I really don't know much about you, but I really want to."

"There's not much about me to know, Noteworthy," she said in reply.  "I'm just a cellist from Canterlot, I don't have many close friends, and I have my own apartment.  There's not really much else you need to know."

I told Octavia more about my life over the next few minutes.  I told her about my wonderful foalhood, where my parents helped me figure out my true talents in life.  Life in Ponyville seemed dull to me, but to Octavia it was something desirable.

After a few more drinks each, things started to get a little more interesting.  We both began to open up more, and soon it felt like we had known each other for years.  It's funny, really, because I've known ponies for years back home in Ponyville, yet I knew more about Octavia in a few hours than I did about them my whole life.  And the more I found out about her, the more I liked about her.

Octavia began to speak more, her eyes a little more sleepy-looking due to having more to drink.  Her speech became a little different, more relaxed, but I didn't mind at all.  "So, basically, my oldest friend is Vinyl Scratch, but I rarely see her anymore because she's now a famous DJ.  My father passed away when I was a filly and my mother is still alive and well here in Canterlot."  I gave her a quick face that showed my condolences towards hearing that, and then she continued, "I've been a cellist here for over a year, and I'm getting sick of it."

"Wait, what?" I said after putting my glass down.  "What was the last thing you said?"

"I'm getting sick of life in Canterlot and I want a change."

I grinned at this point, hopefully not too creepily.  "You know, Octy- I can call you Octy, right?" I asked, to which she nodded her head in agreement.  "The reason why I was first drawn to you tonight was because of your music."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes.  I realised that our band needed a special sound to set us aside from the rest, and the sound of your cello just spoke to me."

"Cello isn't the only thing I play, you know," she interrupted.

"What else do you play?" I asked, intrigued at where this was going.

"I started off by playing violin, and that is how I got my cutie mark."  It all made sense to me now.  Octavia played the cello, but had a treble clef for a cutie mark.  The violin made much more sense.

"Octy?"

"Yes, Notey?" she responded with a smile.

"I think you should join our band.  You are exactly what we are looking for, and this could be your ticket out of here."  At this point, I was really hoping that she would agree.  I clearly had a crush on her, and she seemed to have taken a liking to me, but this still could have gone either way.  I held my breath as I awaited the reply.

"I... I have to think about it," she said.  It was still better than an outright 'no'!

The night went on, a few more drinks came, and I don't quite remember what happened after that.

The Morning After

I could hear the sound of birds the next morning.  Their beautiful chirping and singing was a great was to start off the new day.  It was a happy sound, and it started me off with a smile.

The smile, however, turned into a look a shock on my face- at least, I can only imagine it did- when I had no idea where I was.  The ceiling was much higher than my house in Ponyville.  The walls were painted beige and had pillars in each of the four corners.  The window to the left of me went from floor to ceiling, and behind the clear curtains I could see a balcony.  The door was open, and upon looking down the hallway I could tell that this was an apartment.

I could feel something cuddled up against me, so I tried to remove the blanket, thinking that was what it was.  However, after ripping the blanket off, I noticed that there was a grey hoof on my chest.  The hoof led to a grey body.  I looked up the body, towards the pony's head.  It was Octavia, and she was resting her head quietly on my chest, just below my neck.  She held a smile while she still slept cuddled up against me.  I didn't remove her hoof or push her aside.  I loved the feeling of having somepony this close to me.

The first thought that came in my head, though, was, 'Oh great.  My first time, and I don't even remember it!'

Soon after, Octavia opened her eyes, looking up and directly into mine.  "Uh... hi," I said as soon as we made eye contact.

She replied, "Hi," back, but then closed her eyes.  She nearly instantly opened them back up, her pupils larger than ever, and she looked directly at me.

"Um, yeah," I could only reply.

"Oh no, no, no, no, no!  Notey, did we really?" she tried to ask.

"I'm pretty sure we did," I replied.

"Please forgive me, Notey.  I'm not like that, I promise!" she pleaded with me.  At this moment I pretty much knew that she was the one for me.  We both made this 'mistake,' which was actually a very pleasant surprise for me, but she was actually apologizing to me like she did something wrong.  There was just something about her that was special.  It was a certain something, but I couldn't really come up with the word.  There was a certain... innocence to her that made her really special in my eyes.

"Octy, I know you're not like that," I replied.  "But even if you are, I'm fine with it.  You're special, you know that?"

The mare cuddled up against me smiled at my compliment.  It must have meant something to her.  Perhaps she hadn't heard something like that for a long time.

We cuddled up against each other for quite a while.  In fact, I can't even remember how long we were together there that morning, but I really don't care.  Those two days were life changing for me, and I was never happier in my entire life.

But I remembered my question from the night before.  I really hoped that she would have an answer at this point.  I asked her, "Octy, what's your answer?"

"My answer for what?"

"Darling, will you leave this all behind to come join my band?"  She looked down when I asked this.  I knew it was a difficult decision, if fact, it would be one of the most difficult of her entire life, so I added, "I know it's a hard decision to make, and I will accept your answer, no matter what it is."

"Don't worry about it, Notey.  It's a hard decision, and I'm sorry to tell you this, but I have to say n- of course I'll go with you!" she replied with excitement.

My heart nearly sank when I thought she was going to say no, but her confident reply was the greatest thing I had ever heard in my life to date.  I felt like I was on a cloud, something that only pegasi could feel.  I felt that a moment like this would be attainable for me.  I instantly leaned forward, giving her a strong hug, and kissed her tenderly multiple times.

"Darling, I have one more thing to say to you," I started, looking in her eyes after I kissed her.

"What's that?"

"I know it's early, I know I've only known you for not even a whole day yet, but... I think I'm in love with you," I said to her.  It was the hardest thing I ever had to say in my entire life, but I also was never more sure of something before.  I really did love her, even though I had only known her for a day.  She was somepony that only comes around once in a lifetime, and I couldn't let her be the one that got away.

She looked me in the eyes and replied, "I think... I think I love you too."

Concert in Canterlot

It was the last show of our first ever tour.  We were playing in the back room of Canterlot Gardens, a restuarant that was inside the core of the capital city of Equestria.  We were playing in front of a much more classy and sophisticated crowd, so we slowed down our songs, I lowered my vocals, and we avoided any crazy antics that we were used to, like jumping on the speakers, or pouring whisky on the mares who were screaming in excitement at us.  We wore our finest suits as well, and I must say, we looked quite dashing.

The concert actually went very well.  The crowd was quiet while we performed each individual song, aside from a few screams from some mares, and one "I love you!" from a stallion.  The quiet crowd and our toned-down style was actually a very pleasant difference, and I must say that I enjoyed it.  I could actually hear our sound properly, and I will admit that we played very well.  The Canterlot audience gave us a standing ovation at the end, and taking a bow in front of them was just so satisfying.

Afterwards, as we we had just finished packing up, the other members already on the bus, ready to leave with nowhere really to go but home, I heard somepony call from behind me, "Wait, I have something for you."

I quickly turned around because I knew that voice.  It was the owner of the restaurant, and he was running to catch up with us before we left.  "Oh, we were just about to leave.  Is everything okay?" I asked.  "Did we forget anything?"

After a few gasps for air, the middle-aged stallion who chased us down responded, "I wanted to give you four tickets to the Grand Galloping Gala tomorrow night.  Your show was just brilliant, and I think this is a good enough reward for you.  Just think of it as a token of our appreciation for a job well done."

I was actually quite surprise, as were my fellow band members.  Our share of the ticket sales and the cheers from the crowd were enough for us, but now we were offered something much different.  I had never been to the gala, and to be honest, I never really thought I would ever go.  It wasn't that I didn't feel good enough about myself, or that I wasn't interested, it was just that the Grand Galloping Gala was a very prestigious event, and there were only a few tickets available for sale every year.  The only other way to get in was by invitation.  Because of that, the thought of going ot this event had never really crossed my mind.

"Are you sure you want to give these to us?" I asked while still in a little bit of shock.

"Of course, you colts earned it."

I thanked him profusely, took the tickets, and brought them back to my band members on the tour bus that we had rented for a few months.  They absolutely loved the news, and we made our plans to go to the gala the next evening.