Muses and Strings- For Rainboomdragon

I opened the door and tiptoed in, the rusty hinge reminding me that I was in a less reputable part of town. I entered into what seemed like an old bar, one with the smell of ale and wine soaked into the floorboards. I looked around, and I smiled. She was right there, clear as the daylight.

When the eyes open, I see white
Not a noise, not a sight.

I walked by the crowd as I was in a dream, her voice crisp, harmonic, like the ringing of bells, the sound of harps giving life to the dead place. Her ethereal wings rested and flowed lightly as she sung, her face an expression of easy concentration, as easygoing as the music, not harsh, emotional, or excited, but in the flow of the music.

I waited for you to come by
waited forever for you to say hi

I came to rest on the back corner of the bar, as to not attract attention, and to just watch and listen to her. She stood out from the rowdy crowd. Too well dressed, to confident, too well off. I gave a little private smile. She didn't bother to hide it, her performance dress wrapping around her, a prismatic shade of blue wrapped around her, fading to shades of cold red, green, and yellow at the bottom of the dress. I gave a sigh of happiness. She looked dazzling.

But then you passed me by
And now all I see is white

I was knocked out of my daydreams by a gravely pony manning the bar.
“Eeh, so you just gonna stare at Sweet Paradise all day like some love-struck colt, or are you gonna order something?”

I gave a quick blink, stunned in surprise, as I muttered a response.
“No, no...I'll take a beer...” I looked around, uncertain. “Or whatever you got.”

The bartender smiled as he spat out another line, a thick contrast to Sweet Paradise singing in the background.
“Good choice.” The bartender whipped me up a beer as I took some coins from my pockets and put them on the table.
“If you want my advice , Sweet Paradise is outta your league.” The bartender whispered as I took a sip of the grog and rolled my eyes.
“No offense,” I said as I felt a bit of blood rush to my head, “She's kinda out of yours too.”

The bartender laughed, as the bar turned to see what happened. I just took another swig.
“You ain't wrong,” He whispered into my ear. “something happened, and she needed to move here. Always been a fan of her work, so I gave her a gig at my place.” The bartender gave a laugh. “Heh, I couldn't believe that she actually took me up on my offer. Pretty little thing.”

I frowned at the scene. He wasn't wrong. These people that filled with the bar, they weren't here for the crummy beer, and most of them weren't here for the music either. They were here for her. I gave a soft sigh. I guess I just had to wait until she was done with her work. Her songs were really...just as good. I gave a smile as I took a sip.

Just then a crash as the singing stopped. The door blasted open to reveal a stallion in a fancy suit, backed by two others, as they entered the bar. The stallion shouted to Sweet Paradise on the stage
“Sweet Paradise! I have been looking all over for you! You deserve much better then...”

I saw Sweet Paradise's expression turn from shocked, to irritated, then furious.
“Get out! I wanted nothing to do with you!” Sweet Paradise gritted her teeth as the stallion approached regardless.

“Please my dear! You're better then this. We could be...” The stallion confidently strutted forward as Sweet paradise spat in his direction.
“Could be what? So you can lock me in a cage and throw away the key? I spit on your... 'betterness.' ”

At this point I was mad, furious. I took a leap of chance. She was my OC. I leapt in the fray, horn threateningly pointed towards him.
“You back off! She wants nothing to do with you!” I shouted as he just stared at me, defiantly.

“One of her admirers? Perhaps you've had a bit too much to drink. Why don't you take a seat.” The stallion said with a grin. I felt his eyes drill into mine before I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Sweet Paradise's.

She gave a classy smile at me, as she redirected her fury at the stallion.
“Well, this 'admirer' has a better shot at me then you ever have.” She said with a grin as she walked away.

“You, whoever pony you are, you're coming with me to backstage.” She pointed at me as she shouted. “Bartender! Gig's over! Was gonna do an encore, but this stallion ruined it!” She gave a wicked grin as the stallion was booed off the bar, his shirt splashed by half-drunk booze and food by the angry crowd.

I followed her to the backstage, her steps confident, defiant, regal. She smiled as she turned around to face me.
“Um...do you have a place I can stay at? Mr. Can't-take-a-que is gonna be at my apartment first thing in the morning, so...you know.” She gave a slight frown before making an adorable face.

I just grinned and smiled.
“Um...sure! Ya! It's fine!”

She gave an adorable “Eeeeeee! Thank you so much!” She excitedly shouted as she gave me a hug, before backing up a little bit, blush on her cheeks. “Oops, sorry about that. I get over-excited sometimes.”
I gave a soft blush. “No, no, it's fine. You're adorable when you're excited.” I flirted as she laughed.

“Well, we'll get to know each other soon enough! Let me get my stuff and we'll get going!” She waved as all I could do is stare at the wall, stunned.

What...what just happened?