Chapters Seconds Late
Ch. 1
The hot, high noon sun baked Alto’s caramel coat as he briskly made his way through the Canterlot High School courtyard. His magic was barely gripping his violin case, the black carrier dragging in the dirt path, and his backpack was slowly slipping from his shoulders.
I need to get to class early to meet up with Harp Hearts , Alto repeated in his head as his heart started to turn from nervousness and his stomach twisted with nausea; most likely because he had downed his lunch a little too fast. The lines in the cafeteria were almost too long for the stallion’s liking. Normally he would not have cared for their length, but because of Alto’s “little” surprise for Harp Hearts, the long string of ponies seemed to stretch on forever. Thankfully, the line for soft tacos went a lot faster than the others, so luck was on Alto’s side.
His hooves knocked on the tile floor, the noise echoing in the empty hallways while he briskly walked alone. A turn here, and a flight of stairs there, Alto felt like he was on a wild ride as he made his way to the band classroom. Alto’s heart began to race faster and louder as he grew closer to his destination, knowing who was waiting for his arrival, and it was not the teacher.
The stallion walked down another hallway that had the Hearts and Hooves Formal posters littered across the walls, lockers, and anything else that was a plausible surface for a paper to stick to. They reminded Alto the reason for his early meetup with Harp Hearts, which was not helping him relax in the slightest.
Rounding the last corner, Alto saw a blue plaque stuck to the wall that read, “Band Hall.” Slowing down his pace, Alto started to coach himself internally. Alright Alto, this is it. When you enter the classroom, walk straight up to Harp and tell her you wrote a song. And just before you play it, tell Harp it is dedicated to her. Easy.
Alto’s ribs began to cramp, his breathing too quick for comfort. The unicorn tried to keep a calm facade before telling his best friend his true feelings for her. Ever since he met Harp Hearts, the lovely earth pony was there from the start of their high school year.
As he grew up, Alto had a hard time dealing with his obsession of always being perfect. No matter what, he wanted to make sure he played and sang with no flaws in his abilities. And whenever a flaw did happen, Alto would lose focus because of his simple mistake and create more to follow. Alto would sometimes smack his forehead against his music stand with brutal force, one time gashing a nasty cut over his left brow, leaving a permanent reminder of his lingering frustration.
And then came Harp Hearts, a mare moving from Manehattan to obtain her schooling at Equestria’s famous Canterlot High School Philharmonic. The earth pony was very soft spoken and extremely modest about her skills with the harp. Despite her modest nature, Harp Hearts was very skilled for a harpist, especially for the fact that she was an earth pony. Unicorns and pegusi have it much easier when playing such a difficult instrument, be it the magic from unicorns to the wings of a pegasus. Playing with just hooves was not only a skill, but a natural gift.
The day the two were assigned to perform a harp and violin duet was when Alto gashed his brow. Even though the blood from cut stung at his eye, the stubborn unicorn wanted to resume their practice. But Harp was not going to allow her partner continue to hurt himself all because of a false note. They were practicing in school after all.
Instead of getting angry with the hot-tempered unicorn, Harp was gentle as she cleaned Alto’s wound. She told him he needed to accept the presence of failure and how it will strike at any moment, no matter how skilled a pony is. From there on, Harp assisted Alto in controlling his perfection obsession, and the two grew to become close friends. However, Harp Hearts could only change so much of her friend's habits, and a few traits still clung to Alto. Thankfully, it wasn't his old destructive behavior.
Now at the door of the band hall, Alto pulled on the door handle and then paused. A light reflection on the classroom window cast back the stallion’s face. He looked at the scar above his left brow and smiled, a reminder of the day he made an amazing friend. Of course, Alto was not proud of his past lashing at himself, but was glad somepony was there to help him fix his destructive habit.
With a pull, Alto opened the door and stepped inside the room. The classroom was like an indoor amphitheater, but much smaller to fit in a compact room. Mr. Tenor payed no attention to Alto as he entered.
Alto wasted no time to find Harp Hearts sitting on the far right of the classroom at the front row. Thanks to the elevation of the classroom’s rows, Harp was having no difficulty tuning her large instrument. Her light-pink fur stood out from the plain light-blue paint from the walls. Harp’s short pink and white mane curled in a beautiful twist as it always did. On her flank was a cutie mark resembling a harp with a heart with wings flying away from the gilded instrument; a cutie mark so appropriate for her name.
Seeing Alto on the approach, Harp stopped her adjustments and walked over to her friend, giving him a nice hug. “Enjoy your lunch?”
A knot in his stomach and heart quickly turned, reminding Alto his haste and nervous attitude. “Almost as much as I did waiting in line,” he responded sarcastically. Harp let out a cute giggle before the two walked over to her harp.
“So you said you had a surprise,” Harp asked suspiciously, spinning around to stop Alto in his tracks. “Did you ask somepony to the dance?” A wide smirk almost touched Harp’s lavender eyes as she leaned in toward the unicorn.
“I may have somepony in mind,” Alto responded nervously. “I just think… the moment has to be perfect.”
Harp hopped onto the stairs, looking down at Alto and snorted, “You do remember what I told you when it comes to being perfect, right?”
Alto rolled his eyes and replied sarcastically, “'There is no such thing as perfect…'”
“Unless you are the perfect stallion of course,” a pompous voice exclaimed, causing Alto’s ear to twitch with irritation.
As he turned to face the doorway, Alto caught a glimpse of Mr. Tenor who was also not happy with the sudden entrance of High Brass. There at the door, the white coated and blonde maned earth pony pridefully strode into the classroom with his group of mares in suit. He wore his Canterlot High School letterman's jacket with patches about band littered the sleeves and back of the apparel. His bare flank that bore a trumpet as a cutie mark that had three small light-violet diamonds surrounding the instrument, creating the illusion that the image was sparkling.
High Brass was known in the school for being quite the lady’s stallion, and for being harsh toward other stallions, specifically by being quite the mare snatcher; in a matter of figurative terms. No matter how hard the guys at the school try to say to their lady friends how much of a jerk High Brass can be, the mares counter argue by stating how much of a sweetheart he can be to them. Maybe he just hated stallions for some stupid reason.
Standing beside High Brass was his bodyguard, who also happened to be a mare as well. Her name was Bastion, a tall sturdy pegasus with a purple body color and short magenta mane. Bastion was once apart of Princess Celestia’s Royal Guard, but now she was hired to protect a stuck up rich boy. Alto wondered how much money his parents shelled out to get her to protect High Brass.
No longer wanting to gaze in his direction, or cause High Brass to come near their vicinity, Alto turned back to his friend. “So as I was saying, my surprise is…” To his distaste, Alto noticed Harp Hearts staring at the rich stallion with wide googly eyes, trying to hypnotize him in coming over to her. “Umm, Harp?”
Her focus was broken and blinked at Alto. “Sorry, what were you saying?”
“My surprise. Would you like to hear it?” Irritation was overshadowing Alto’s nervous attitude, so there was that to help him getting out his sentences more clearly.
“Oh!” Harp smiled, her attention focused on the unicorn. “Sure. What is it? You said you were interested in a mare, right?” Alto forgot all about the presence of High Brass and was suddenly flustered by the question.
“W-well, I… I want to ask this... mare to the dance by playing her a song.” Unable to contain himself, the caramel unicorn shivered as he stared at the pony he was planning to ask to the Hearts and Hooves Formal.
Harp’s eyes grew even wider than when she was staring at High Brass. “Oh my gosh!” she squeaked. “How sweet!” The mare stepped down from the steps, hugged her friend, then grabbed his shoulders. “Tell me, who is it for!?”
Alto opened his mouth, his heart racing. He leaned forward to whisper into his best friend’s ear to tell her the truth behind his song. But it was short lived when High Brass from behind spoke, “Yes Alto, who is this mare you wrote a song to?”
Author's Note
I have been working on this story for nearly seven months now and am nearly finished with the story. Because of the already finished chapters, I will be posting new chapters every three days at around 10am PST (subject to change). Of course, if people like it, I might have a chapter up every other day.
If someone does ask for a chapter two very nicely, I will post it just for you. (but only for this chapter!)
This crazy idea was inspired by Blooming Romance, by Enigmatic Otaku. The story is not yet finished, but many ideas can spawn from anything. Here is a link to their story: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/347347/blooming-romance
Seconds Late
Ch. 2
Alto twitched and jerked his head around to see High Brass smirking at him; his posse stood a bit away from him, the mares mingling and giggling among themselves about who knows what. Alto's quick gesture was enough to alert Bastion and she took a few steps forward, asserting her aggression. Not being one for conflict, Alto’s heart picked up the pace, intimidated by the mare. “None of your business,” Alto bit back before facing his friend.
“Oh don’t be so mean! He was just asking a question.” The fact that Harp Hearts was standing up for High Brass, the stallion known for taking mares away from love stricken stallions sickened Alto. The pony knew if he opened his mouth, or even gave the slightest hint that he was interested in Harp, High Brass would snatch her away with his charms. And how did Alto know this? Because High Brass was still on the hunt for a date to the Hearts and Hooves Formal. High Brass was like a shark, waiting for the weaker willed stallions to hold back on their confessions until the right moment. And just when said stallion would make their move, it would have been already too late… High Brass would already have the mare in his "loving" arms.
“Listen to your friend,” High Brass muttered. “I am not trying to be your enemy.” He then scoffed, “And ponies wonder why I don’t associate with stallions. They assume I am trying to make trouble with them.” Wouldn’t you know… Alto had to hide his angry emotions inward to not upset his friend. He wouldn’t want Harp Hearts to reject him to the dance because Alto was “too mean” to High Brass.
Fixing his gaze on Harp Hearts, High Brass flashed a wide, charming smile. “Since your friend is being quite the stubborn mule against me for absolutely no reason, I would like to ask you a simple question.”
Harp Hearts blushed at the “simple” statement and glanced away from the rich pony. “W-what could you possibly ask me? I- I am just a simple mare who plays the harp…” Alto froze, worried High Brass was about to ask his friend to the dance.
“Do you have a date to the Hearts and Hooves Formal?” Alto had to keep himself from giving High Brass a stare of death as he kept his attention to Harp’s large instrument. If he gave any hints to the rich pony, High Brass would take Harp Hearts away in a heartbeat; Alto would also have Bastion’s hot aggression tanning his flank. You better not!
“N-no I d-d-don’t…” Harp Heartsresponded, her entire being trembling. “Besides, I d-don’t know anyp-pony who would want to… to ask me, a n-n-nervous mare like myself, to the Hearts and Hooves Formal.” She looked at High Brass with desperation in her eyes. Normally, she is very modest about herself, never wanting to put herself too high, or even on a medium platform for that matter. But with the most popular stallion before her, asking such an important question, Harp Hearts was using her flaw to her advantage for once; and all Alto could do was sit in silence, hiding all of his jealousy deep within.
“Then I just want you to know that if no stallion were to ask you to the dance, I may consider you as my date.” A sigh of relief escaped Alto, glad High Brass was not going to ask her to the Hearts and Hooves Formal. But it did alert Alto that High Brass was still on the hunt and the unicorn needed to ask Harp Hearts to the dance today.
“B-but what about one of your friends?” Harp pointed to the mares who were now staring at her. “Haven’t you asked one of them?”
High Brass shrugged, “They all have dates. And honestly, I am glad they do. You may know me for being quite the gentlestallion, but I am not one to be shared. I only give my heart out to one mare at a time.” He squinted his eyes and glanced at his friends, “I just hope their stallions treat them well… I cannot stand somepony who mistreats a mare…” If there was one thing Alto did agree with when it came to High Brass, it was just that: they both loathed stallions who mistreat, take advantage of, offend, and various other things one may do to hurt a gal. However, those type of ponies are few and far between. “If you do end up being asked out to the dance,” High Brass concluded, “I do hope he treats you like a princess.”
“Th-thanks,” Harp Hearts muttered as she watched High Brass walk back to his group. In a giddy sway, the pink pony brought her hooves to her cheeks. “Did you hear that?” she whispered to Alto, “High Brass is considering me be his date!” Unable to contain her excitement, the teen squealed with glee.
Doubt began to creep into Alto’s heart as he looked at his violin case. Within it, he had his song all prepared for Harp Hearts. It was a song Alto poured his heart and soul into; the perfect song for the perfect mare. Of course, Harp Hearts wouldn’t consider herself perfect, but that didn’t matter to the stallion at the moment. What worried Alto was how gleeful Harp Hearts was because of High Brass’ consideration. What if High Brass' influence makes Harp Hearts turn Alto down because of the chance she was given? What if Alto’s song isn’t as good as the pretty boy’s good words and looks? What if… it makes their friendship awkward if she does reject him?
“Hey, Alto, you doing alright?” Snapping him out of his thoughts, Alto turned his gaze to Harp Hearts. “Did you hear me?”
“I did, and I am glad High Brass made you happy.” It was a lie, but it was enough for Harp Hearts to believe. “I was just… thinking about… my song…” Harp Hearts looked at Alto’s violin case and then back at him. “I mean, the song is perfect, but… no… it’s not…” The stallion sagged his shoulders, convinced his lovely piece will not capture Harp Hearts' heart.
Harp Hearts creased her brows at Alto, “Now you stop that. You know you worked hard on it, yes?” How could he not? The syllable patterns were not perfect, but it was the words that mattered. However, Alto worried it would not be enough.
“Of course I do, it’s just-”
Harp Hearts brought her hoof and gently pressed it on the stallion’s nose. “Then just go for it! You will never know how she will react to your song if you don’t try. And if I were you, Alto, you should act fast. The dance is in a week and mares are starting to be asked out left and right.” The mare shyly looked away from her friend. “I mean, it would be nice to be asked out by a stallion, but I don’t think anypony is that interested in me.” Her eyes then drifted to High Brass who now sat that the top of the row, he and his mare friends talking and laughing. “I mean, if High Brass hasn’t found a date, he might ask me.” Alto twitched at the sound of his name, worried Harp Hearts was only focusing on the rich boy at being his mare for the evening. Or worse, his special somepony. “But as much as I would like that to happen, I am fine if I don’t go with anypony. However, you do have intentions to go to the Hearts and Hooves Formal. And if you are planning to go, then I suggest you ask that lucky mare now!”
Harp’s words were like music to Alto’s ears, and she wasn’t even singing; though, she is known to have quite the voice in choir. She was right! Alto needed to propose his offer to that lucky mare now. And that lucky mare was unaware that she was the one he wished to go to the formal with.
Perhaps now would be the best time. “Yeah, you are right. I am going to ask her right now.”
“That’s the spirit!” Harp squeaked as she gave Alto a friendly pat.
Moving over to his violin case, Alto began to unlock click at the locks with his magic. He did want to ask Harp to the dance without having an audience, that being High Brass and his crowd. But Alto wanted to show that pompous rich boy that Harp was his friend and will soon be his date to the Hearts and Hooves Formal. This is it. Just show her the song. While she reads it, she will see at the top of the piece that the song is dedicated to her. And as she reads the song, take a music stand and prepare your violin. Then, kindly take the song back, tell Harp it is for her, and play the piece. Easy.
As he slowly opened his music case, Harp Hearts gave him a bothered look. “Umm, aren’t you supposed to be going to that lucky mare and ask her to the dance.”
Breaking his attention to his belonging, he looked to the pretty pink pony with pink in his cheeks. “I want to show you the song before I go and ask her out.”
Seconds Late
An irritated sigh came from Harp as she said something while Alto payed no attention to her words. He was more fixated on opening the violin case that would reveal the lovely musical piece he wrote for the lovely Harp Hearts. Upon opening it, Alto saw his string instrument alone with the bow beside it. His eyes widened with fear. “Where is it?” Alto muttered. Quickly, he levitated the violin into the air, hoping his song was below it. It was not…
“Where is it?!” Alto repeated once more, louder than before.
“Where is what? Your song?” Harp asked as she watched the caramel unicorn look through his backpack. Papers scattered across the floor below Alto, his hooves discarding anything that was not his work of art.
After every pocket was searched and every folder was fumbled through, the stallion’s ears fell back with sadness. “I… I can’t find it… I think I lost it…”
“Oh no…” was all Harp could muster up to say. She scooted close to Alto and placed a hoof on his shoulder. “Maybe you left it in your locker.”
Quickly, Alto lept from his seat. “Y-yeah! I will check there and-”
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
The deafening sound of the school bell chimed, as if to tell the stallion his time was up to ask Harp Hearts to the dance. “Oh, the bell…” A hoof patted his shoulder.
“Don’t worry Alto,” Harp spoke, “even if you happened to lose your song, I am sure you can still ask her out without it. Besides, I am sure you remember how it goes, so you can rewrite it.”
“I guess…” Alto looked behind him to see High Brass’ group disperse, leaving him alone at the top of the class. As soon as the mares opened the door, students began to flood into the classroom. Even if he did have his song, there are too many ponies now present to propose to Harp Hearts.
“So promise me you will go ask that lucky mare to the dance after class.” Harp’s words made Alto swing his head back to the pink mare who gave him a sweet smile. Alto opened his mouth, but Harp was quick to place her hoof on his snout. “With or without your song.” Unable to muster up any words that may be used as an excuse, the stallion nodded.
***
Instruments sang in unison as Mr. Tenor swung his conductor’s wand. Alto sat at the midsection of the stands beside his piccolo playing friend, the two whispering to each other as the trumpets played their parts.
“Why haven't you asked her yet?” Woodwind hissed. With his part now on the approach, the pegasus brought the mouthpiece to his lips, then played to the instructor’s wand.
“Because I need my song!” Alto responded low enough to not be heard by his other classmates. “It needs to be a perfect moment.”
Woodwind almost played a false note as he heard his friend’s words. No longer needed in the song, Woodwind leered at Alto, “Just as Harp told you, I will say the same; you need to stop with the being perfect nonsense. Go on and tell her!”
“I would but-” Alto suddenly realized his part was up and began to play alongside the other violinists and cellists. “-I just want her to understand my true emotions.”
Just before Woodwind blew into his piccolo, he muttered, “You had all the time in the world during lunch telling her your feelings or whatever you may have toward Harp.”
“I would have but…” In a quick motion, Alto looked back to glance at High Brass with his trumpet held close to him and his eyes glancing here and there. The mare next to him was having a hard time keeping herself still, flustered by his mere presence. “...let’s just say High Brass almost asked Harp Hearts to the formal.
A harsh “tweet” whistled from the piccolo and turned many heads toward Woodwind. However, that didn't bother him; it was the mention of High Brass that did. Finished playing, Woodwind too took a quick look at High Brass, the rich pony still playing his instrument.
“Alto, you know what this means, right?!” Woodwind leered at his stubborn friend. “High Brass is most likely going to steal Harp Hearts away from you if you aren’t fast enough! You know how that blasted rich boy can be! The moment he sees a stallion interested in a mare, he snatches her up in an instant.”
Alto finished playing his part and turned the page, along with everypony else. “I-I do plan on telling her after class.”
“Good. Because I don't want you to be a victim of High Brass’ antics. After all...” Woodwind locked his spine forward, preventing it to look back at High Brass. "...it happened to me, and it could very well happen to you..."
“Yeah.” Alto took his bow and began to play the violin as he watched Harp Hearts strum her string instrument from below.
***
RIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
A rumbling noise came from the stands as Mr. Tenor’s students began to make their way to the exit. “Remember students,” the instructor proclaimed, “Tomorrow is the deadline for volunteer work for the Hearts and Hooves Formal. Like I have said before, it will be an excellent opportunity to show off your skills.”
Alto half-heard the teacher, but was more focused on Harp Hearts while the mare carefully began to lower her harp into its case. He slowly walked down the steps, but Woodwind gave Alto a light tap in the flank. “Go! Ask her out!”
The impatient High Brass pushed past Woodwind and Alto, walking over to his bodyguard who stood stationed near the door.
“What a mule…” Woodwind muttered. Noticing his frozen friend, Woodwind gave another tap, “Go!” Alto flinched a little, his friend’s words too loud for his liking.
Walking down to Harp, Alto gave her a nervous smile. “You did very well today. M-much better than before in fact.”
The mare shrugged, “I just played as I did yesterday.”
Alto looked back at Woodwind, as if to ask for help. But Woodwind rose his brows and gestured his head at Harp. “S-so Harp,” Alto began slowly, “are y-you planning on going to the dance with anypony?”
Harp shook her head and frowned a little. “No. It would be nice to have a date, but nopony has asked me.” Instead of clinging to her sad frown, the mare gave a light smile. “So I am deciding to do volunteer work at the Hearts and Hooves Formal. Mr. Tenor has been suggesting that I go and share my ‘lovely music’ as he says. I might as well try and show off my talent.”
“H-hey, I was considering the same thing. See, since you and I don’t have any dates-” Harp brought a hoof to the stallion’s nose and gave him a smirk.
“Oh no you don’t…” Alto didn’t know what to make of the sudden gesture and act. Is she rejecting me? “You told me right before class you were going to ask out a mare to the dance.”
“But I am! And I want to-”
“No,” Harp argued, pressing her hoof with a little more pressure. She then stood up and began to push Alto to the door. “You are going out those doors and are going to ask out that special mare.” The stallion tried to resist the pink pony, but was proving to be stronger than him; most likely because she lugs around a heavy instrument all the time. His face flushed as others watched with smirks on their faces.
“Can I just-” A unicorn at the door opened it, aiding Harp to her own game.
“Go!” With a hard push, Harp slammed the door before Alto could turn around and wedge himself back into the classroom. He looked through the glass and saw Harp stare back at him. “Go. I will wait here for you so you can tell me all about your confession.” Her voice was muffled, but it was enough to be heard.
Alto pulled hard on the door handle, but the door would not budge. “Fine,” he said back to Harp Hearts before walking away. I guess I can check my locker for my song.
Seconds Late
To Alto’s great luck, he was able to find his perfect song nicely placed in one of his folders inside his locker. With his heart racing, the stallion picked up the pace, his face flaring with blush. Okay, when you get back to the classroom, tell Harp you told the secret mare you asked her to the dance, but say she is thinking about it. THEN, show her the song, let her read the title, and then play it for her. To heck if anypony sees me play it for her now.
His mind was set on confessing his feelings to his best friend. He didn’t care if anypony watches or hears his song being sung to Harp. She needs to know now to the land of Equestria.
The door to the band room came into view and Alto felt his pulsating organ skip a beat and butterflies began to dance in his stomach. Levitating his song in front of his face, he read the title: Glory, Sweet Glory. By Alto. Dedicated to the lovely Harp Hearts.
Alto almost bumped into the classroom door, not seeing where he was walking. He reached for the handle, his arm quivering as he pulled down on it. The perfect song was now ready to be shared to the one it was dedicated to. He pulled on the handle. And opened the door.
And at the center of the classroom, Alto saw High Brass speaking to Harp Hearts. She was looking rather flustered as he gave her a charming smile. His heart took control of his mouth and Alto blurted out, “Harp! I-” She looked back to him and held up a hoof before turning back to High Brass, silencing any other words that might be said.
Alto briskly walked into the room, now within earshot of the two. “-and despite us not having dates to the dance, and knowing you will be standing all alone by simply doing volunteer work, I just…” High Brass was doing the works as he shyly looked away from Harp Hearts. His eyes met with Alto; and for a fraction of a second, flashed a smile that has stabbed many hearts before.
With his attention back on the pink mare, High Brass cocked his head slightly and gave her a half smile. “...I couldn’t bare to know nopony was willing to ask such a pretty mare to the dance.” Those words gripped Alto’s heart. An anger the stallion never knew coursed through his bloodstream. Alto knew High Brass was now aware he was going to ask Harp to the dance. And Alto knew High Brass was up to his mare snatching game; the smile was enough proof to him.
“Oh, I’m not that pretty…” Harp Hearts muttered as she lightly swiped at one of her long curls with a hoof.
High Brass brought a hoof to the mare’s chin and lifted it up and the two met gazes. “But you are.” Harp’s cheeks flushed and her eyes were wide with disbelief as the rich stallion, who has almost every mare falling for him, was giving her an offer that only happens in romance stories.
Alto couldn’t believe what was happening in front of him. His closest friend and crush was about to be snatched away from him. The opportunity for Alto to confess his feelings, gone. All because a rich boy wanted to spite the lesser stallion for no good reason.
“So, Harp Hearts...” High Brass knelt down and both Alto and Harp gasped. “...instead of spending the evening by yourself by doing volunteer work, will you go to the dance with me?”
No… Don’t Harp…
...please…
Unfortunately for Alto, his crush could not hear his thoughts; and was about to crush his hopes and dreams. “Yes!” she exclaimed, leaping into her date’s arms. Others who were still about in the classroom looked. The mares let out an “aww” as the stallions looked at one another, knowing High Brass was up to no good and has stolen yet another mare.
Alto held his head down, not wishing for anypony to see his distraught expression. His song fell to the ground, no longer gripped by telekinesis. “Alto!” Harp exclaimed with glee; however the stallion continued to stare at the carpet. Her legs came into his upper peripheral and she then lowered her head to see his eyes. “You will never believe what-” Harp paused and noticed Alto’s frown. “Alto, what's wrong?”
Daring to look up, Alto witnessed High Brass holding Harp Hearts hoof in his own. “I saw High Brass ask you out…” Alto muttered.
“You don't seem so pleased with that.” High Brass’ input was like pouring salt in a nasty gash, burning the open flesh wound with a fiery sting.
“I… I am fine with you two going to the dance together. I'm just upset because… I was about to ask a mare to the dance with my song at the ready and… well… the moment I saw her, another stallion was asking her out…” Alto was hoping Harp Hearts would catch onto what he meant, but the mare was oblivious to what had just happened.
Harp’s mouth fell open in shock, “Oh no…” She left High Brass’ side and gave Alto a close embrace. “I'm so sorry, Alto.” Despite the warmth of his friend, Harp’s hug felt cold. Alto’s eyes met with the white stallion who in return gave a wicked sneer. Tears were daring to flood from the unicorn’s eyes, but he held them back, not wanting his foe to see his vulnerable emotions. Alto was expecting his friend to tell him “I told you so” by not being quick enough, but was at least relieved no such thing was said; it would only make things worse.
“I was so close,” the caramel stallion muttered as he held tight onto Harp, knowing this may be the last time he would embrace her like this. But eventually, he did let go, putting a hoof down the song he wrote. The writing faced the cold ground, never to be read by the one it was meant for.
Clearing his throat, reminding both Alto and Harp of his presence, High Brass spoke, “I am sure you will have better luck next time, Alto.”
To his surprise, Alto saw Harp Hearts give the cocky stallion a stern look. “That wasn't nice to say.”
“It- was a statement of encouragement,” High Brass stammered, trying to hide any more malice that may be showing. “The words came out wrong. I should have said, ‘There will always be a next time.’”
Not with Harp Hearts there won’t. Looking to his friend, Alto gave her a half smile. “Hey, can we meet up at our usual place? I need to cool off by myself.”
“Are you sure? You can come along with High Brass and I. I am sure we could try and help you any way we can.” Harp snapped her neck toward High Brass. “If that is alright with you.”
He shrugged, “I got nothing to lose.” Alto couldn't stand being near the jackass who stole his chances at being with Harp Hearts and dragged his hooves on the carpet. The musical piece beneath his hoof tore a little as he went toward the front of the classroom.
“What is that?” Harp asked, perhaps wondering about the paper Alto’s hold, but he didn't look back at her.
“I'll see you at Donut Joe’s,” Alto spoke without answering whatever Harp was referring to. He heard the door close behind him. Then stomped hard on the ground with a hoof. Alto could feel onlookers gazing upon him, specifically the stallions. One in particular approached his nine.
“Alto, I-” Woodwind spoke in a low voice, upset for his friend. His light-gray ears retreated, afraid of what Alto might do or say. Instead of giving any form of a response, Alto trudged toward his instructor, the page below his hoof crumpling and tearing.
“Mr. Tenor…” Alto’s voice was weak, but the teacher heard his student loud and clear.
“What seems to be the matter, my student?” Mr. Tenor was the only pony Alto could manage to find the strength to look at. Thankfully, Mr. Tenor showed empathy for the unicorn and rested his hoof on Alto’s sagging shoulder.
“I would like to sign up for volunteer work for the Hearts and Hooves Formal since I no longer have a date to the dance…” Taking his hoof off his musical piece and levitated it to the teacher. “I would like you to read this. It is a song I would like to play at the formal. I wrote it myself…”
Mr. Tenor’s eyes panned over the lyrics, humming the notes to himself. And then the instructor read the title of the song, seeing who it was meant for. He let out a sad hum and looked at his student. “For your first song, it is a wonderful piece. It will be an excellent addition to the dance.”
Seconds Late
The walk to his locker was a long trek as Alto slowly walked across the campus to grab several books and folders before needing to head over to Donut Joe’s. There was no energy left in the unicorn’s system and he simply dragged his violin case along the ground. Not even twenty minutes have gone by and already the campus was buzzing about how High Brass now has a date to the dance. Alto picked up on several conversations along the way to his locker, hearing how several stallions were relieved that their dates were not stolen from them, while others wondered who was the victim of having their mare snatched away from them was. He would have told them that he was the poor soul in question, but Alto didn’t want to be reminded of his sad reality.
His chest felt like it was about to cave in from sadness. Part of Alto wanted to die, collapse from sadness, leave the world in a quick death. But he was better than that and would rather pony up and face the fact that Harp Hearts was going on a date with High Brass. However, that fact was not something Alto wanted to accept.
Now at his locker, Alto slammed his forehead viciously on the locker. A shock of pain ran from the front of his skull, and down his spine. He looked left, and then right, no pony in sight. Quickly, he unlocked his locker and stuck his entire head inside, and began to sob alone.
Why!? Why me?! Why Celestia!? WHY?! I was so close! Everything was perfect! And yet I couldn’t tell Harp Hearts the truth! Lunging forward, his cranium hit the wall of his locker. The pain, however, could not substitute his heartache. Why couldn’t I just blurt it out as she pushed me through the door? The memory of Harp shoving him out the door in a playful manner crept into his brain, the earth pony unaware that she was the mare Alto was hoping to ask to the dance.
And the straw, no, the large cubical of straw that crushed the camel's back, legs, and everything in between, was High Brass and his intrusion into Alto’s life. Why did you have to do this to me? What did I DO!? Alto punched the corner of his locker, sending a more painful shock through his hoof and caused the stallion to stagger backwards, no longer hiding his head.
“Reverting back to your old habits I see. For shame… Harp Hearts would be so displeased with you.” Alto snapped his head to see High Brass smirking at the distraught stallion, along with Bastion standing proudly beside the pompous earth pony; that fact that she can look so serious around such a treacherous stallion shocked Alto.
The unicorn quickly ran an arm across his face to remove any tears that were possibly seen by the bully. “I don’t need you to tell me how to behave,” Alto spoke through his teeth. “After all, I didn’t tell you to steal Harp away from me.” He rose a suspicious brow at High Brass. “How did you know I was interested in asking Harp to the dance anyways?”
High Brass did nothing to hide his wrongdoing and his mouth writhed into a wicked grin. “It was plainly obvious as to how much you really liked Harp. The way you talked to her, the way you moved around her. Besides, your loudmouthed friend confirmed my suspicions about your feelings toward Harp Hearts when I shoved past him.”
So he did hear Woodwind as he passed us. Further curious, Alto pursued what else tipped off High Brass in his interest toward Hart. “And why did you show up early to class today? Normally you come to band until nearly before the second bell rings. Have you been stalking me and Harp?”
High Brass rolled his eyes at the accusation. “Of course not. I had Bastion here do that for me, despite her not liking to leave my side.”
“It is my job to watch and protect you, High Brass.” Bastion inputted, almost trying to argue with him. “You know I do not wish to step aside for one second for the chance a pony may try to harm you.” She then had her eyes fall on Alto, who felt small because of her size. “But yes, I did follow you around and overheard you this morning, telling Harp Hearts you had a surprise for her during lunch.”
Witch! Alto couldn't believe he was being conspired against. And for what?
“It is something I have seen happen to weak willed stallions like yourself,” High Brass began, “wanting to confess their emotions to that mare they find so special, yet unable to find that strength.”
“What is your issue with me?!” Alto shouted, taking a few steps at High Brass. Merely reacting, Bastion stomped forward and fanned out her wings to express how much larger she is to Alto.
“You were so desperate to ask her to the dance, weren’t you Alto?” High Brass responded with another question. “And yet you didn’t have any courage to ask her.” He walked past Alto, and roughly bumped into the unicorn. “You are weak.” Now furious with High Brass, Alto retaliated and gave him a hard shove.
“Don’t you think you could just push me like-” Alto didn’t see Bastion at his three as she bunted him in the ribs with a force that could break stone. Stunned by the pain at his side, Alto crumpled to the ground, placing an arm around his right rib cage.
High Brass peered down at Alto, his grin not faltering. “No, you shouldn’t think you can push me like that.” Alto tried to move and stand up to his enemy, but the pain was too great. “So be a good stallion and move on from this experience. Harp Hearts is my date, not yours. You are weak, I am strong.” The earth pony walked away and Bastion followed in suit. “Better luck next time,” he laughed before exiting the building.
Seconds Late
A bell rang as Alto pushed the door to the donut shop open. “Welcome to Donut Joe’s!” a bulky stallion behind the counter called out with a smile. Alto gave his acknowledgements and nodded to the store owner before seeing Harp Hearts sitting in the corner, eating away at a bear claw. She noticed him the moment he entered and gestured the unicorn to come over to her.
Alto did nothing to hide his sadness as he trudged over to the pink pony, trying to walk off the pain that ached at his side. He placed his violin case to the side of the table and removed his backpack, setting it on the table, and sat next to Harp Hearts in the booth.
With half of the bear claw was consumed, Harp Hearts scooted the treat over to her saddened friend. “Here you go. I hope this will help make you feel better.”
The bear claw. A donut that the two enjoyed sharing with each other since they met. The fingers of the pastry were easily torn off as Alto slowly took a piece before taking a bite out of the sweet. He glanced at the mare, his ears folded back, her eyes looking lovely. And yet, she now had another stallion in her sights.
“So, how do you feel about going with High Brass to the Hearts and Hooves Formal?” Alto asked after he swallowed, trying to smile.
Harp Hearts shook her head, “He and I are not important right now. I am excited to be going to the dance with him, but I want to make sure that my friend is alright.” At least she isn’t willing to brag about him right away…
Letting go of the muscles in his neck, Alto looked down at the table. “I am not alright…” Should I tell her what happened between High Brass and I? Do I attempt to ruin her feelings for him? He shook his head slowly before gazing back at Harp Hearts. “I was so close Harp Hearts, and yet, I was too late. Why Harp Hearts…?”
“I’m sorry,” was all she could muster up before giving her friend a nice hug. The gesture was nice, but it was not the same to Alto.
“Whatever... She wouldn’t have liked my song anyways.” The unicorn glared elsewhere, not angry with his best friend, but at High Brass.
“And how do you know that?” Harp argued. “Did you at least tell her about your song?”
“Why should I?” Alto blinked at Harp, his brows in a sad crease. “Why should I show her the song now and attempt to take her away from the stallion who asked her out? She is happy with her pony, so I shouldn’t trudge into that territory. I am no thief.”
Alto felt Harp rub his shoulder. “At least you care about her feelings.” You have no idea Harp Hearts.
“I am sad that she will never know my true intentions…” Alto looked to his backpack. “And I will never know if she would like my song.”
A light smile grew on Harp’s face. “I know for certain that she would have said yes to you without your song.” The grin then faded. “But if you don't mind me asking, who were you trying to ask out?”
Do I tell her? No… I can't. My friend’s happiness is… is my happiness. At least I can try and be joyous for Harp from afar. “I'd rather not say.” Alto cracked a smile, “I wouldn't want you to know who she is so you can blurt out to her that I wanted to ask her to the dance.” Alto tried to picture an alternate reality where he was infatuated with a cute unicorn bookworm, and imagined Harp Hearts walking up to her, saying that he loved her.
“I wouldn't do that!” Harp scrunched her brows.
The stallion knew her friend better. “Says the mare who can't keep a secret. You remember the time I told you how Mrs. Athletes Hoof needs to be less of a lazy mule, and then you turned around and told her?” He also remembers the laps he had to run after his… advice giving.
The pink pony gave Alto an angry frown, “Well, I agreed with you. She was being lazy and I think she needed some motivation by telling her your words.”
Alto sighed, now smiling more, forgetting the recent painful past. “For somepony who is so modest about yourself, you sure are more honest with others.”
“I think ponies deserve the truth,” Harp commented, bumping into Alto with a playful push. “Don't you think you should be honest with everypony, including me?”
Alto’s smile faltered at the mare’s words and quickly left him. “Most of the time it is good. Sometimes the truth can hurt.” The stallion could see his friend open her mouth to respond, and placed his hoof on her muzzle as she has done to him when she wishes to silence him. “Anyways, I do feel a lot better now by talking to you.” But now that their reminiscing about the past was over, the present came and kicked him in the back of the head, reminding Alto of the cruel reality that was present. “You are a friend I can always depend on.”
“Aww, thanks Alto.” A streak of blush ran across her face, a beautiful compliment of pink and red. Harp hugged her friend with a nice squeeze and looked up at him. “It does mean a lot to me you think of me like that. Too bad that mare doesn't know she is missing out on a wonderful stallion.”
Grief stabbed its hook deep into Alto’s already weak heart and pulled hard; if only it could really stab and kill. “And High Brass is very fortunate to have you as a date.” The words felt like poison in his throat, knowing High Brass’ true intention of asking Harp Hearts to the dance.
Breaking her hold on Alto, Harp looked at her friend with curiosity. “Which reminds me, and I want you to be honest with me. Do you not like me going to the Hearts and Hooves Formal with High Brass?”
Oh, what a question , Alto sighed internally. The question stirred in his mind like a painful stomachache. He pondered if the real truth would be the medication to his pain. But at the same time, it may have a nasty side effect, causing Harp to think differently about Alto. Perhaps lying would prove better, dealing with the misery he has endured thus far and not letting his friend suffer any negative thoughts was a better alternative.
A half lie will do. With his mind made up, Alto answered, “You know I don't like him because of his rude behavior attitude towards me and other stallions.”
Harp shook her head, “I disagree with your statement. I have never seen High Brass act mean to any stallion I know; especially to you.” Alto opened his mouth, almost letting out the true truth, and instead, let out a sigh.
“And I know you don't believe me-” Harp cut off her friend, placing her hoof on his nose.
“It's not that I don’t trust your words,” she spoke, both knowing how the same argument they have had about High Brass before goes. “I need to see High Brass caught doing these acts of harm you and the other stallions claim. If I ever do, then I may believe you, depending on the severity of his actions.”
“I know, I know.” Alto was not going to allow the debate continue any further, lest it evolves into something far worse than he would like. “I may not like him now, but…” I can't believe I am saying this for her sake. “...I have nothing against him. Perhaps I could get to know him better, possibly becoming his friend.” He wanted to drop dead as he spoon fed Harp Hearts a mouthful of lies. Despite how wrong High Brass was treating Alto; despite how wrong it was to conspire against Alto; despite how much Alto wanted Harp Hearts to be his date to the Hearts and Hooves Formal, he wanted his dearest friend to be happy and not take her joy away from her.
Harp smiled, glad for Alto’s statement. “Thank you.” Alto did his best to hold a straight smile, and his heart did its best to not crack any further than it already has.
***
“Did you hear?”
“Yeah, High Brass now has a date to the Hearts and Hooves Formal…”
“I was beginning to wonder why he was taking so long…”
“He obviously snatched away some poor stallion’s mare.”
“I hate him… I hate him for what he did to me. To us. Make sure you make him pay!”
“Don’t worry. I have a feeling we will be getting our revenge this year. The moment he steps out of line, we will be ready… And don't worry... He will suffer...”
A quick hoof through his short brown mane and Alto’s hair was done. The bathroom steam was beginning to make Alto sweat in his tuxedo. No longer needing or wanting to be in the bathroom, the stallion stepped into the living room. He glanced around, his studio apartment nice and clean. Alto was preparing for guests, even though they were not staying for long.
Alto paced around the room, checking for anything that may be critiqued by High Brass. Sitting on a small table beside a tan armchair was a picture of Alto and Harp Hearts. The unicorn stopped and admired the two teens, Alto smiling at the past memory. It was when-
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
“We are here!” Harp Hearts called gleefully. Alto frowned, still looking at his past smiling self, then onto Harp. “Alto, you there?” Several more knocks followed the sentence, but Alto remanded still. He didn't want to see Harp and High Brass hoof in hoof. One week of it was enough.
“Just a second!” Alto called out. Still staring at the past, the unicorn felt his ears get tickled by his greased hair, a few strands freeing themselves from the jell.
In the picture, both Alto and Harp Hearts held an arm around the other, standing in front of a small cedar tree. He smiled, remembering the happy embrace. Remembering the best mare that wanted to become close friends with a perfectionist.
And now she was waiting at his door… With another stallion as her date.
Alto now made for the door. However, the past was still behind him, almost mocking the stallion.
The door opened. “Good evening,” Alto spoke before catching a glimpse at Harp Hearts. The mare was dressed in a light-yellow cream gown. The hem of the dress mimicked the fluffy texture of whipped cream. A pink ribbon waved up and down on the dress, coming to the breast in a nice bow tie. The only feature added to Harp’s mane was a bedazzled hair clip, in the shape of a harp.
“Stunning, isn't she?” High Brass hummed, gazing down at his date.
For once, we agree on something. “I never thought you could look even more beautiful.” High Brass leaned his head back, out of the mare’s peripheral. He leered at Alto, silently reminding him Harp Harts was with another stallion.
Harp shook her head, hair slightly bouncing. “I feel like a strawberry wedding cake.”
“Perhaps I can have a try.” High Brass gave Harp Hearts a kiss on the cheek, making sure eye contact was not broken with Alto. Harp quickly returned a peck back at High Brass.
Alto winced and couldn't keep looking at the two. “Come inside,” he muttered, quickly turning around. It took the stallion by surprise when Harp intercepted his path.
“Alto, you alright?” she spoke in a soft, sweet tone.
He didn't want to look back, only forward; High Brass may be ready to send in his body guard if Alto even gave the rich pony so much as an awkward stare. Or was she at the door? Alto stared at the ground, wanting to shout the truth at Harp. But why ruin her night? She was happy with High Brass. He bought her the wonderful dress she was wearing and treated her to dinner every evening up until tonight. Alto could hardly afford his rent, let alone treat somepony to a fancy dinner or buy them fancy attires.
Maybe it was for the best for her. But it was not the best for Alto’s heart. “I'm just… thinking about her. You know, the mare I wanted to ask to the dance.”
Harp Hearts hummed a sad tune and held her friend. “I'm sorry you were just seconds late from telling that mare your feelings.” The stallion was glad Harp managed to make time for him during the week. She knew her friend was in need, and made sure he was comforted in some way. Too bad for High Brass it upset him. A lot. “It is fine. I am sure she will be happy tonight with her date.” A soft squeeze on Alto’s shoulder brought his eyes to Harp Hearts. “Don't beat yourself up, Alto.” she smiled, “Think of it this way: at least you will most likely not see her as much, or not at all tonight. You will be up on stage playing music.”
Aldo broke eye contact. “I just hope I don't hurt myself this evening by smacking my face against my instrument, frustrated with my predicament.”
“You better not…” Harp Hearts warned, her brows creased. “You know you are better than that.” Suddenly, the mare kissed Alto on the cheek. “Now buck up and be happy. For mine and your sake.” The act took the stallion of guard, and his cheeks flushed bright red. He looked back to see High Brass ignored. Anger shimmered in his eyes.
A smile finally grew on his lips. A miniature him danced in his head. She kissed me! It was small and short, but enough to remove the sag in his lips. “Alright,” Alto replied, turning back to Harp. “For your sake.”
“That’s the spirit!”
High Brass cleared his throat, demanding attention. “Well I am certainly glad Alto here is in better spirits. However, I feel our time should be spent elsewhere instead of this… small establishment.” It was apparent to Alto that High Brass was getting jealous. A small star of a victory for the dateless stallion perhaps. And seeing how High Brass wanted nothing to do with Alto made him feel even slightly better.
His date shook her head. “I think we should just sit here and talk a bit. You two never talk to one another, so we all might as well try and get you two to know one another. Alto and High Brass’ eyes were wide at the proposal.
To sit down…? Alto thought with a grumble.
...with a stallion…?! High Brass barked internally.
...and try to relate to this mare snatcher…?!
This poor lowlife thought he could ask you to the dance!
If only you knew…
...how pathetic he really is…
“Well…” Harp asked, pulling High Brass by his collar close to Alto, “...shall we get to talking?”
In unison, the stallions answered, “Of course…” And at the same time, both thought, Only for your sake.
Author's Note
I would have uploaded yesterday, but I got sidetracked with life. So for those reading my story up to this point, here are two chapters :D
Even though Alto would have rather returned to his old and terrible habits by smacking his head against a wooden table, it was interesting to hear High Brass discuss his family heritage. His mother and father are both well known property managers in Canterlot, holding a strong grip on the north wing of the kingdom; which is where they also dwell.
To Alto’s surprise, he was shocked to know High Brass had an older brother, named Golden Ticket. High Brass praised the success of his much more successful brother, which took Alto aback even more. Never in Alto’s life would he see High Brass put another stallion above him.
High Brass explained how his brother manages events all over Equestria, ranging from carnivals to even the Grand Galloping Gala. A stallion who takes advantage of golden opportunities no doubt.
When the time came for Alto to explain his life story, the stallion knew nothing would compare to the status of High Brass. Alto kept it simple, stating how his parents were well known in the Canterlot Philharmonic. This surprises High Brass as he has heard of Alto’s parents and their legacy. Alto did say his parents travel quite often; however, he refused to state how much he hated them for their near constant absence, always leaving him alone at home when he was a colt.
A good thirty minutes passed by before the trio left the studio apartment. Bastion was not with them that evening; High Brass said that he requested for her to take the evening off and relax. But even Alto knew how uncomfortable Bastion gets when she is nowhere near him.
Purple twilight lit the air and stars began to dot the sky. Alto kept his stare upwards, not wanting to pain himself by looking at Harp Hearts hold High Brass’ hooves. He held his violin case in a tight grip, listening to the two talk and giggle at one another.
“So, Alto,” Harp Hearts spoke, forcing the caramel unicorn to look at his friend, “are you going to play anything special tonight? I heard several band members will be performing solos.”
“I will be among one of those few performers,” Alto flatly replied.
Harp Hearts gasped, “Are you going to sing?!” She looked up at High Brass. “Alto has an amazing voice!”
“I know,” High Brass replied blandly. “You have told me before, along with the many stories the two of you have had.”
“Then lucky for you,” Harp Hearts continued, oblivious to the stallion’s rather irritated tone, “you will be able to put my words into fact when you hear Alto sing.” She glanced at Alto, still beaming with excitement. “I wish I was as confident and well trained in singing as you.”
It was strange to hear Harp Hearts mention that she had told High Brass various stories that she and Alto had had to him. And what was even stranger was how High Brass stared down at Harp Hearts with a bothersome look in his eyes. He moved closer to his date, placing an arm around Harp Hearts’ neck. The mare’s attention was quickly sucked her attention away from Alto and back to her date. She giggled at High Brass’ affection and leaned into his shoulder.
For once, Alto was not bothered by High Brass’ action. The sight of him and Harp Hearts getting giggly and loving toward one another always sickened Alto. Not this time. Alto knew High Brass was trying to keep his date’s attention away from her close friend, but kept failing. And it was apparent that High Brass was getting jealous. And what for? He already had Harp Hearts for himself.
The sight was another small unintentional victory. But Alto had to wonder: why was the rich pony getting so bothered every time Harp Hearts’ attention turned at Alto?
“What will you be singing?” High Brass asked, raising a brow in curiosity.
I was expecting Harp to ask the question… “I am going to be performing an original piece I composed myself. It’s the song that I wrote for the mare I wanted to ask to the dance.” It rolled off his tongue so easily, as if it meant nothing to Alto; he was still curious about High Brass’ strange attitude.
“That reminds me…” Harp Hearts looked up at her date, her brows creased in a sad curl. “High Brass and I have been- well mostly me, have been discussing who this… mare you keep mentioning is.”
“Yes…” High Brass mumbled. Alto could tell the white steed wanted to use his charm and swoo his date, but held back this time. High Brass was looking less irritated.
“What about her?” Alto asked.
Harp Hearts blinked at her friend. “Neither he, nor I can figure out just who you were interested in. It just bothers me so much that you would hide such a detail away from me.”
“I agree,” High Brass inputted. “Of all the… things Harp has mentioned about you, is how open you are with her. How you vent your frustrations, thoughts…” He paused dramatically. “...emotions.” The final word smacked Alto across the face. All of Alto's past victories quickly burned to cinder. “Harp has been very concerned why you have not been honest with her recently. She is obviously been trying to cheer you up all week, and yet you refuse to tell her the truth. Are you not, as she says, ‘her best friend?’”
What other personal things has she spilled about me? “I feel that…” Alto had to choose his words carefully, or risk ruining Harp Hearts’ evening. A half-smile lifted his right cheek. “Harp Hearts has a habit of talking about personal and private topics on purpose; without malice of course. I would rather not have Harp know the mare’s identity. She may tell her my feelings and might affect her night in a less than positive way.” Alto looked at Harp, still holding strong to his smile. “I have told you this before.”
“But I want to know!” she pouted, more serious than joking. “Can’t you just give us a hint?”
Alto looked at his violin case, knowing very well about his original piece resting inside of it, bearing the name it was meant for. Alto could feel High Brass staring him down, mocking him. “She’s… an earth pony.”
“Hmm… an earth pony…” High Brass hummed. “Do you have any ideas on who she may be, Harp Hearts?” The question almost caused Alto to give more than just a hint. Alto continued to stare at his case.
“Well, I would say me.” Alto and High Brass snapped their necks and stared at Harp Hearts. A pang of jealousy twitched the rich pony’s brow. As for Alto, he flushed, shocked she would immediately go to such a conclusion. “However…” Both stallions almost leaned in toward Harp Hearts, eager for her next few words.
Her head spun around and looked high at High Brass. “And this goes for you, too.” High Brass glanced at Alto, trying to get an answer out of him. “I honestly never thought you would want to ask me, a simple mare who plays the harp, to such a lovely event.” Harp Hearts then looked to her friend. “And I somehow think you would rather not hear me constantly put myself down every time you compliment me.”
“You do do that a lot, Harp Hearts,” High Brass finally broke the silence between him and Alto. “Even when you and I were not dates.”
“I know…” Harp Hearts frowned, putting both High Brass and Alto in a worrisome position. “I’m just… afraid…” The rich pony almost froze, not sure what to make of the statement.
“Harp Hearts,” Alto inputted, knowing exactly where Harp was getting at, “you shouldn’t worry.” He rose a brow at High Brass. “Has she talked to you about her worries?”
For once, defeat was in the rich pony's eyes; a sight to behold. There was weakness in High Brass after all. At least it was shown that he did care for Harp Hearts. “No,” High Brass answered, glancing down at the prettied-up mare. “She seemed so happy with me all week and-”
“A-and I am happy!” Harp blurted out abruptly. “I’m just…” Weakened, she needed another tongue to speak for her. Harp’s ears pointed back, and asked Alto, “Can you tell him?”
“Of course.” Alto cleared his throat before speaking of Harp Heart’s issue. “When Harp was a filly, she played the harp to her heart’s content and always asked her parents if she was playing well. Being the supportive parents that they were, they answered yes, leaving no criticism to improve. However, when she was in school, she was always criticized by her classmates, telling Harp Hearts she wasn’t good at playing the harp at all.”
“But you do perform fantastically in class!” High Brass couldn’t keep quiet and needed to compliment his date, keeping Harp away from anymore discouraging thoughts.
“All I do is just pluck at the strings of my instrument,” Harp Hearts replied flatly.
“The comments from her classmates,” Alto resumed, “along with her parents’ compliments, confused Harp for the longest time. She couldn’t tell who was telling the truth. That is why, even today, she is every modest toward herself; sometimes demeaning. Thankfully, I-”
“You gave Harp a sense of self-confidence,” High Brass butted in, his brows still bothered. “She also told me that.” Alto had to keep himself from pointing out the rich pony’s constant pang of jealousy. “But Harp, you never told me you had a hard time with believing in other pony’s words. Do you not believe in mine?” A tone of desperation shook High Brass’ throat.
“Like I said, I honestly couldn't believe you wanted me as your date. And I do believe your words. I just…” Harp paused, glancing between the two stallions. “...needlessly worry…”
“You do have your reasons, Harp,” Alto spoke, but slightly unsure about something. “I would like to ask, however, what you meant by you thinking you were not my candidate to the dance?”
“I would like to ask the same question as well,” High Brass spoke. “Alto seems like he would want to ask you to the dance, being your close friend and all.” Of course you would use this chance to jab at me. “Why not consider him?”
A light smile grew on Harp Hearts’ face. “If there is one perfect thing Alto deserves is a perfect mare. And I am nowhere near perfect.”
Alto almost spoke, but High Brass was quicker to the draw. “Perfection is in the eye of the beholder.” He held a smile directed at Alto. “You of all ponies know that fact.”
“Ain't that the truth.” Another thing both stallions agreed on. Alto had to hide his true intentions but not cover the truth. “You are the perfect friend for me, whether or not you were my candidate for the Hearts and Hooves Formal. And like High Brass had just said, perfection is in the eye of the beholder.” Before Harp Hearts could even reply, Alto nodded at High Brass. “If he wanted to be your date…” Alto didn't want to expel this poisonous gas from his throat, but needed to lift his friend’s spirits; just as she did when Harp kissed him. “...then he does not see a middle class mare, but a pony much more valuable than any status he can fathom.”
“My sentiments exactly,” High Brass concluded, taking Harp Heart’s hoof. Alto couldn't believe how obedient he was to High Brass. Alto could have easily spilled the already hot kettle, exposing the rich pony’s true intention. But that would destroy Harp Hearts. She would break, not knowing who's words to trust. “Will you at least believe him and I, our words combined? And will you not worry for the rest of the night?”
It takes Harp Heart a moment to answer. “Okay.” A beaming smile, teeth visible shined. “I won't. I will believe your words.”
Alto could only walk quietly, his own thoughts and sadness hidden.
Only for you, Harp Hearts.
“But I will find out who that earth pony you liked is!”
No, you won't, you lovely, oblivious pony.
“So Alto,” Harp Hearts spoke, “did you know that High Brass has a secret call for Bastion when he is in trouble.”
“I-It's not a secret if you tell him…” High Brass grumbled. Harp Hearts inability to hide a secret made Alto grin. At least she can continue to make him smile in the worst of times.
A discord of colors flooded into the school grounds with mares flourishing in their dresses as stallions mainly stuck to their typical black and white outfits. The air itself was filled with laughs, cheerful mingling, lovers alike, and pegasi.
The sight was like an artificial sweetener for Alto. Somewhere out there, a stallion finally mustered up the courage to ask his marefriend to the dance, and is now hoof in hoof with that special somepony. An additional part of him was glad he was the victim instead of that other stallion scared of High Brass’ hunting eyes. At least he and his date can enjoy a night together.
A staff member stood with still at the door, his red bow almost blocking his mouth. Alto, Harp Hearts, and High Brass approached, all flashing their tickets. As they walked away, Alto could feel the many eyes in his direction. Mares stared with big wet googly-eyes, admiring High Brass in his shimmering golden jacket. Stallions only gazed with hard glances, whispering, spreading rumors; perhaps talking about Alto.
When news about Harp Hearts and High Brass came to everypony’s ears, many speculated that Alto was the victim to the rich pony’s game. Whenever a stallion were to ask Alto about Harp, he quickly evaded them, answering without words.
It was sickening to the single stallion. Couldn’t they tell Alto wished to be alone, not be reminded of what had been done?
“Wow!” Harp Hearts’ eyes lit, the school lanterns reflecting off her lavender pools. “Look at the quad!”
Several white event tents sat in the grass, standing above tables filled with orderves, ranging from multiple cheeses and fruits. Strings of red and white lights stretched around the perimeter of the quad, like a Hearth’s Warming Eve decoration. The center held a stage for the musicians; several were already onstage. A simple dancefloor, red and white checkered pattern, rested below the stage. Most of the ponies standing on the dancefloor simply mingled, while a few couples were having a few early slow dances before their evening began. Various Hearts and Hooves decorations littered the quad in an almost overwhelming manor. But Alto saw them as something not bright and cheerful; they were just mere decorations; and he was here to work.
“Hey, Harp,” Alto spoke, stepping in front of her and High Brass. The rich pony stared at Alto with half-closed eyes.
“What is it?” the mare asked.
“I…” Alto looked at High Brass, trying to hide any emotion from him. “I need to talk to High Brass for a second.”
“What for?” High Brass raised a brow, flinching at the mere words.
“Because-”
Somepony shoved Alto out of the way before he could finish. “High Brass!” a mare cheered.
The rich pony gasped at the mint-green pegasus. “Spearmint! You look lovely!” Spearmint was dressed in simple attire, her dress in a very light-green shade. Despite its simplicity, Alto could find yet another agreement with High Brass.
Harp Hearts stepped forward and greeted herself, “Hi, Spearmint.”
Alto stood alienated, not included in the exchange of hellos; until Harp Hearts dragged him in. “I am sure you have seen my friend before.”
Spearmint nodded, her chocolate-brown mane swaying in front of her eyes. “Yes I have.”
Alto forced a smile. “And I have seen you always around High Brass.” Both he and Spearmint shook hooves. “Forgive me for not formally introducing myself to you, or the other mares. I’ve just-”
“I know,” Spearmint bobbed. “Harp Hearts told us all about you.” Alto couldn’t help but flush. “In a good way!”
“Where is your date, Spearmint?” High Brass asked, no longer wanting attention brought to Alto.
Spearmint spun around and pointed to the dancefloor. A stallion waved at her, and the pegasus giggled with delight. “There he is!”
Alto leaned in toward Harp Hearts, “She seems happy.”
Harp responded, “Trust me, every day she would never stop talking about him.” The mare rolled her eyes. “It’s like she is obsessed.”
“Like you havn’t talked about me obsessively to High Brass,” Alto retorted.
“Hey, I can talk about whomever I please, mister!” Harp bumped into Alto. The caramel pony staggered dramatically, almost falling over.
“-and I want you to be careful, Spearmint.” Alto and Harp Hearts looked over at High Brass and Spearmint. High Brass gave the mint-green pony a concerning look.
“Don’t be so worried about me. I am a big mare.” Unable to resume her parting from her date, Spearmint briskly hugged High Brass and briskly left. “Goodbye!”
High Brass stood frozen, staring at the back of the mare. Harp was the first to notice the sad crease in his brow. “Is something the matter?” she asked.
High Brass couldn’t help but let out a sigh, “I am just worried about her. I don’t trust her date…” Maybe it’s because you hate seeing another mare happy with another stallion. Alto tried to catch the face of Spearmint’s date, but they quickly fused with the crowd of growing ponies.
“I am sure she will be just fine.” Harp gestured to Alto. “Just look at Alto. You don’t see him getting upset just because I have you as a date, even if he didn’t even like you before.”
The remark didn’t seem to affect High Brass in the slightest; Harp Hearts unknowingly kicked Alto in the stomach, heart, soul, mind, and anything else that may bare a cymbal of emotion. Alto wasn’t upset at how open she was about his feelings against High Brass; the rich pony is well aware of Alto’s distaste for him.
Oh, Harp… “Yeah, lighten up like I am.” Alto had to put in as much heart as he could into his words. Though his words were a sign of encouragement, Alto’s tone was more of a, “go fall down a flight of stairs,” sort of manner.
High Brass blinked at Alto. “You said you wanted to tell me something?”
With Spearmint no longer the main focus, both stallions straightened up. “I do. And I wish to tell you pony to pony, without anypony around.”
“Is… something wrong?” Harp Hearts stepped in between the two, seeing a hint of anger in their eyes.
High Brass was hesitant on answering and half wished his bodyguard was present. “Does it have to be just you and I?”
“Yes. And there is nothing to worry about.” Alto smiled at his friend, “Trust me, there isn’t.”
“How long will we be gone?” High Brass asked.
“Not long…” Alto said.
High Brass stepped toward his date. “I think she should have to hear what you need to say.”
Alto grinned, his smile growing like slow rising yeast. “Come on, you haven’t done any wrong to me. I’m not going to hurt you.” Just the word game alone sparked a pang of fear upon High Brass’ face. Alto amused himself at the sight of High Brass’ nervousness. Good to know you feel helpless without your bodyguard when somepony asks you to speak privately with them.
Harp Hearts moved forward in High Brass’ defense. “What is this all about?” she ordered, bothered by the ordeal.
“N-nothing,” the rich pony responded. “I just… don’t like to go alone with somepony I don’t-” High Brass cut himself short. “Let’s go to… where ever you need to talk with me, Alto.”
“Then follow me. We are just going into the hallway.” Before Alto turned around, he whispered into Harp’s ear, “I just want to thank him for making you happy.” Harp nodded, but was still skeptical about what was going on. “Follow me, High Brass.”
***
The hallway was brightly lit and nopony was within sight. High Brass stood close to the door, almost ready to run. “What is this about, Alto?” The caramel unicorn faced High Brass and Alto tried to hide his sadness. “And if you do anything irrationally, Bastion will come and-”
“Oh stop!” Alto barked. “I'm not going to attack you or whatever you think I may do.” It did please Alto to see High Brass dislike being alone with another stallion. But Alto didn't want to keep Harp Hearts waiting; or worried. Alto blinked, showing his true emotions. His brows creased in a sad furrow and lips sagged toward the ground. The facade was off.
“I know you have Harp Hearts in the sole of your hoof,” Alto started, “and it makes me happy to see her filled with joy. All I want to ask of you is to keep it that way; keep her happy, and give her no reason to doubt your words.”
High Brass hummed, his hoof running across his chin. “Now this was unexpected. I was believing you would use your habit of hitting things on me.”
“If I did that, I would lose everything…” Alto sniffed.
“You have already lost half of her to me.” Alto's angry eyes stabbed at High Brass. “But I must say…” High Brass began. Alto only blinked, still holding his glare. “You are quite obedient and are quite good with holding your tongue. Every stallion I have had the pleasure of stealing his mare in question, has tried to ruin my name by telling their mare what I had done. And, of course, they had failed.” High Brass had no need to feel intimidated by Alto and the rich pony stepped forward. “But you, my friend…”
Don't you dare call me friend! You are far from it. Alto’s ears fell back in defense and shame.
“...I have never seen a pony like you who so willing to keep my date away from the truth.”
“If I tried to tell her the truth, it would destroy Harp,” Alto admitted. “It will not only affect her thoughts about you, but me as well. You and I will both suffer.”
“That is true,” High Brass nodded, his tone serious. “And I don't want the mare I love harmed.” Alto almost fell over, his ears trying to scratch out the recorded words in his brain. “That mare, that… friend of yours is… wow.” High Brass flushed, looking up at the hallway light. “I can see why you wanted to ask Harp to the dance. She's cute, playful, kind, encouraging-”
“I get it.” Alto didn't want to listen to another word. “Just stop talking about her.”
The rich pony glared at Alto, “Now you know how I feel when Harp talks about you!” High Brass yelled, his voice bouncing off every flat surface. He cleared his throat calmly, trying to pretend his anger didn't just lash out. “She does like talking about you… a lot. And I don't get what she sees in you…”
“She sees good friend, that is what!” Both stallions leered at one another, trying to burn a hole into the other’s head. The stalemate lasted for a minute and both knew they were letting Harp Hearts, the mare they care for, stand alone in the dark.
“Just do this for me,” Alto grumbled, “keep her happy. Lift her spirits. And overall…” He swallowed a painful lump in his throat. “...love her with every ounce you can.” Almost like a jab, the caramel pony extended his hoof at High Brass. “Swear that you will!”
The rich pony didn't need to smile. “I don't use vulgar language.” High Brass grabbed Alto’a hoof and gave a hard shake. “But I will make a promise I intend to not break.”
“Good,” Alto replied flatly.
***
He was alone! We should have-
No. Not yet.
But he doesn't have his guard.
I know. That will make things easier for us.
Then when shall we make our move?
If he steps out of line…
I don't want an “if!” I want a when!
Shut up! I have been waiting for a chance like this for a long time! And I don't want anypony to mess up my opportunity to get what I want!
...We know…
To make up for the time he was missing, Alto added the final adjustments to the chairs, music stand, and anything else that needed to be in perfect positioning; Harsh Note kept an eye on him while he did his adjusting.
Next, he and Mr. Tenor arraigned everypony to perform their songs, from tuning instruments, to preparing a singer's voice. Everything was finished in good time, despite how chaotic it was backstage.
“Alright!” Mr. Tenor exclaimed to the teenagers. “It is time for our performances.” He nodded at Alto, “Shall we get started?”
“Of course.” The unicorn looked at his peers, smiling at them, “Let’s show those ponies how great Canterlot High’s Philharmonic is!” With cheers at his back, Alto made his way onto the stage.
A large crowd of ponies stood before him, almost stunning Alto in place. I guess they are ready for a show. The mic lifted from the stand and down to the unicorn. “Fillies and Gentlecolts! Thank you for coming to the Hearts and Hooves Formal!” Ponies clapped, a few whistling here and there. “So far, the night has been quite the experience for the band members, including myself.” In the crowd, Alto saw Harp Hearts standing at the center of bodies, close to High Brass.
Alto’s pause went on for too long and realized he was staring at her. “A-and I hope you are all just as happy as I am.” Gesturing behind him, he put on a plastic smile. “And now, to start off our performance, please welcome Symphony and Low Tune for their duet.”
A spotlight flung itself onto the two ponies walking toward center stage. A light cheer escaped the crowd as Alto began to walk offstage. He glimpsed backwards to see if Harp Hearts was looking at him. She wasn't.
***
Little did Harp Hearts know that Alto had Mr. Tenor schedule his song to be the very last performance. Every time Alto announced a song other than his own, Harp Hearts would give him a bothered stare. It was not difficult for her to stand out in the crowd, and it was not because of her beauty. High Brass’ bright outfit glittered among the stallions, most wearing black tuxedos. Finding him was the first step to finding Harp Hearts.
Songs quickly came and went, slowly approaching Alto’s performance. He kept reading over his song, wondering if there are any changes that needed to be made.
For the hundredth time, the caramel pony nervously hummed the original piece. Mr. Tenor stood behind his student. The instructor cleared his throat calmly, trying to get the unicorn’s attention, but it startled Alto instead.
“What's bothering you, Alto?” Mr Tenor sat down beside his student, an ear turning to the music being played onstage.
“I'm worried my song isn't perfect…” Alto muttered. A chain of fear yanked at his chin.
The teacher placed a hoof on Alto’s shoulder, giving it a supporting rub. “Are you worried it isn't perfect sounding or it isn't perfect for her ?”
“Yes…” A white wrinkled paper rested in Alto’s hooves. Words of pure emotion written in lovely cursive.
“I doubt you are going to announce that you wrote it for Harp Hearts, right?”
A grin lifted Alto’s left cheek, “I think it would be harmful for a teacher’s reputation to promote harming another pony; even if they are an ass.”
Mr. Tenor agreed with a nod and chuckle. “I'll take that as a yes.” He looked at several of his students mingling with one another. “I personally think you should do two things before you perform.”
“And what might that be, sir?”
A pause in the conversation made Alto feel uneasy while Mr. Tenor still watched his students talk. “You should thank her for being a good friend to you.”
Alto pursed his lips, not disagreeing with the idea. “I can do that.” A brow rose, “What is the second thing I need to do?”
A sigh of hot air left the instructor before he bore his stare at Alto. “Move on.” As if Alto had enough sadness to bare, another wave of depression drowned his heart. “I know what High Brass did and I know what he did was wrong. But you told me yourself, ‘I am happy for Harps’ happiness.’ Did you not say that?”
Two caramel ears fell back, unable to hide any inner thoughts. “I did, sir.”
“Then don't torment yourself anymore.” Mr. Tenor rubbed his student’s shoulder and smiled at Alto. “Okay?”
Alto slowly nodded, “I’ll do what I can.”
A round of applause rang in the air, calling Alto to the stage. “Now go, my student!” Mr. Tenor spoke low, but supportive. “Make that crowd cry!”
“I thought I just said that teachers shouldn't invoke hurting others,” Alto commented with a smirk as he stood.
“That's the spirit!”
Alto’s magic engulfed his instrument, his bow, and his piece before walking forward. Two ponies followed behind him but stopped just before Alto went onto the stage, leaving him to walk alone. An eager group of ponies stared at him as Alto trekked toward center stage. Couples were bunched together like flowers, blooming into a discord of colors.
Harp Hearts was now standing right in front of the stage, and shook with anticipation while she hung onto her date’s white arm. Just remember what Mr. Tenor said, “Move on.” If only Alto was able to do that in an instant.
After placing his things on the ground beside the music stand and mic, the pony spoke into the microphone, “Well everypony, we have reached the end of the Hearts and Hooves Formal performance.” Harp Hearts looked worried, perhaps thinking her friend wouldn't sing.
“To conclude this evening, I will be performing the last song; a song I wrote… for a very… special somepony.” It took all the strength in his heart to force out the entire statement. “Awws” left the lips of many mares in the crowd, including Harp Hearts.’
Hoofsteps knocked on the wooden stage. The two ponies who followed him now entered. The mare sat at the piano while the stallion dragged his cello beside her instrument.
“Before I begin, I wish to say a few words.” Alto had to dance his eyes across the audience, forcing himself to not look at Harp Hearts directly. “I was supposed to sing this song to a mare I found very special.” Another round of “awws” left the crowd. “Unfortunately, just as I went to go tell her my feelings… she…” The shame was too great as Alto tried to press himself to express his feelings to the audience. “...she was already being asked out; I was just seconds late on asking her to the Hearts and Hooves Formal.
A much more depressing sigh escaped the crowd; both mares and even stallions showed their grief for Alto. Even from up onstage, Alto could see a microscopic sneer on High Brass’ stupid face. Instead of telling the truth, Alto stuck with his original plan.
“I know you are out there, mare I will not announce,” he resumed, his voice now choked. “I would tell you how truly special you are to me, but some other stallion is making you more happy than I ever could, and I will not ruin your happiness.” Another upset moan left the audience. “So here is to you, you beautiful mare. You will never know my true feelings, but you will always be special.”
A loud round of applause was music to Alto's ears, even though he didn't want to make everypony pity him. When the noise died, he said, “Also! I want to thank two ponies before I begin.” He levitated his bow and pointed it at High Brass and Harp Hearts. “Can I get a spotlight on those two ponies?”
The moment the light swallowed Harp Hearts whole, she flushed and tried to hide behind High Brass. Ponies stepped away from them, giving the couple a nice circle. High Brass looked at Alto, confused, not sure what to make of the situation.
“First, I want to thank Harp Hearts for being such a wonderful friend to me.” Alto nodded, “You deserve all the happiness in the world for what you have helped me through.” Harp Hearts gave a tiny wave to the clapping ponies around her as she blushed even brighter.
“And you, High Brass.” Alto wondered if he sounded too harsh in his sentence. “I want to thank you for making my best friend happy. Dance with her as I play my song and make her never forget this night.” This is the only way I can let go of you, Harp Hearts.
The invitation was sent and High Brass easily took it. He faced his date and took her hoof. Harp Hearts’ eyes were brightened by the spotlight as they widened. She smiled and placed a hoof behind High Brass’ neck. Mares from all around cheered with glee, while the stallions gave a half-hearted moan of approval.
Alto turned around to see the pianist and cellist smiling at him. The unicorn nodded, indicating that the song was about to begin. “This song is called, Glory, Sweet Glory. ”
The pianist began her part, slowly moving from note to note. Alto closed his eyes and waited for the cellist to start. Eventually, a low hum rippled into Alto’s ears. His heart felt inspired by the sound even more than when he and the other two were practicing.
Alright, Alto, let’s play.
Alto levitated his bow and violin and started his part. The instant his bow stroke the strings, the sound he and the others created caused Alto’s eyes to water up. It was everything he wanted his piece to sound: piercing and beautiful. Through his lower peripheral, he watched Harp Hearts and High Brass slowly sway each other back and forth. Swallowing what pride he had left, Alto began to sing:
“Another wrong, a poor misstep,
I hate myself for my sins.
Why must I continue my wrongings?
But still, a brighter light,
Comes forth from the blackest void.
How can you return me to a better being?
Glory, Sweet Glory,
Oh how I witness thee,
I deserve you not to see me.
Yet Mercy, Great Mercy,
A grace that never fails.
Your eyes fall upon me with love.”
Alto loved to have himself cry when he sang and played his violin. Emotions were pure, white, and true. He focused on the crowd, watching couples slow dancing. Skirts twirled like tree branches caught in a gentle breeze. And arms held their mares, afraid the wind would become a potential thief and blow them away.
Unable to keep his attention off of her, Alto watched Harp Hearts stare into High Brass’ eyes. Her lips moving, speaking words, but inaudible because of the music. The rich pony rested his forehead on the pink pony and the two closed their eyes, carried in the music’s tide. A stream of tears trickled down both Harp Hearts’ and High Brass’ cheeks. The spotlight’s sharp highlight made the veins of liquid stand out like silver resting on gold.
It pained Alto to watch them carry each other before him. He was supposed to be in High Brass’ position. But the caramel pony needed to pull himself away from Harp Hearts and try to distance his feelings from her.
His violin squealed a high note, and a few audience members couldn't help but shed a few salty droplets. Alto smiled at the sight. Now to prevent a single dry eye.
“Again I fail, and though I try,
I loathe myself much more.
Who out there knows my pathetic pain?
It’s you, the stronger gust,
A force that destroys all negatives.
What gift that you hold is their for me to obtain?
It’s Glory, Sweet Glory,
Oh how I witness thee,
I deserve you not to see me.
Yet Mercy, Great Mercy,
A grace that never fails.
Your eyes fall upon me with love.
My friend, my joy,
A love I cannot exist without.
With your aid, there is no doubt.
Because Glory, Sweet Glory,
Oh how I witness thee,
I deserve you not to see me.”
Alto peaked at Harp Hearts, seeing she was flushed. Tears were running down her delicate face even faster than before. Suddenly, she kept forward, smacking her lips onto High Brass own lips. In that moment, High Brass glanced at Alto before closing his eyes, pulling Harp Hearts closer to him.
That almost broke Alto and nearly threw his violin at the stallion. Don't you dare look at me like you won a war, you wretched jackass! Emotions flared beyond any heat Alto had ever felt in his breast. Notes further enflamed his already broken heart. Crying loudly, his voice sang:
“Yes Glory, Sweet Glory,
Oh how I witness thee,
I deserve you not to see me!
Yet Mercy, Great Mercy,
A grace that never fails.
Your eyes fall upon me with love!”
Alto couldn't get himself to peel his eyes from the piece. He didn't want to get another chance to stare at High Brass with a stare that might make the white pony burst into flames.
In unison, the pianist, cellist, and violinist finished. The dancers turned their attention to the stage. Not a single dry face was seen, at least from Alto’s perspective.
Consumed with grief, Alto’s levitation on his violin and bow left him and it fell, crashing on the stage with a horrible sound. He shielded his sobbing face with an arm and began to weep bitterly. I'm sorry, Mr Tenor… I can't move on…
A cheer roared from the audience, scaring Alto, reminding him he was awake in a living nightmare. Normally, an applause was always a good sign to the unicorn. Now it only brought him shame as many ponies watched him cry.
Something suddenly shoved itself into Alto and uncomfortably pulled on his neck. He opened his eyes to see the spotlight beaming down on him; and Harp Hearts holding him close.
“That was so amazing, Alto!” she spoke over the loud audience, her lavender pools rippling from liquid. Alto had no comment to make. He blinked at her, wanting to kiss the mare in the light; however, that would prove to be catastrophic.
At least she liked it.
Author's Note
I hope you liked my poem.
Alone at last… Alto took in a deep breath, no longer swarmed by squealing mares asking him if he wrote the song he sang for them. He shook his head, laughing in a dimly lit highway. Attention is something he loved. The pony never got much of it from his parents.
But for once, he walked alone, away from eyes who want to compliment his performance. Harp Hearts was about to give chase when Alto wanted to be alone. However, High Brass stopped her, insisting to let her friend be on his own. Alto would have liked it if she didn’t have a moving wall to stop her, but was glad Harp Hearts didn’t get to see him in another miserable state; she has already seen too much of it in the past.
Realizing he was in the hallway that lead to his locker, Alto felt the need to go to it for no particular reason other than to distract himself. Otherwise, grief would wring the blood from Alto’s heart.
21… 36… 15… The locker door slowly opened, the hinges squeaking loudly in the silent hall. Through the dimly lit light, Alto observed his small piece of home at school. A picture of him and his parents when he was little stuck to the locker door. He wondered if their visit in Las Pegasus was just as successful as any other city or town they perform in; most likely, for sure.
Some books sat at the base, leaning against the metal wall, being useless. Algebra II bore into his pupils and the unicorn laughing to himself. Such a useless subject for a musician. Never in his life did he know of anypony mathematically trained in music. It sounded weird.
Another picture was stuck to the center of his locker wall, but Alto refused to look up at it. He knew it was another picture of him and Harp Hearts. Alto’s storage of tears have ran out a long time ago and crying now would be difficult. Regardless of having tears or not, Alto was still imprisoned in a state of depression. If he could, he would have another round of crying. Alone.
The reality was too strong for the caramel unicorn; he loved Harp Hearts. She was a blessing to him. Nopony was ever willing to help him with his lonely life.
Even his parents were near always absent. And when they were around, all they cared about was their son being a perfect performer. No love. No sympathy. Only business. Very rarely did they give Alto any sign of affection. Only when he showed no flaw in his skill did the parents treat their son.
Alto blamed used to blame himself for his mistakes when they did uprise. Because his parents never showed any type of discipline, aside from scolding Alto for doing an error, the unicorn would punish himself by physically hurting his well being. The beatdowns never consisted of anything too insane. Just a few smacks of his forehead on the table was enough for Alto to see his error before continuing.
Then, when Harp Hearts came to Canterlot, the pain went away, both physically and mentally. The mare would go out of her way to keep her friend from trudging back to his destructive lifestyle. And with his parents' house almost always empty because of their busy schedule, Harp Hearts would end up keeping him company most of the time.
Of course, when he was older, Alto got his own place in Canterlot, as a means to show his parents he can be independent. They didn’t seem to care, as long as their son didn’t end up a dropout. And even though his dwelling was much less appealing than his parents’ estate, Harp Hearts still managed to come over to his studio apartment, sometimes unannounced. Alto used to wonder if Harp Hearts had feelings for him because of her constant support. High Brass would help prove Alto wrong, or at least, never allow him to receive an honest answer from Harp Hearts.
The locker door closed, blackening everything inside it. Alto sniffed hard, keeping anymore mucus from dribbling out from his nostrils. If there was one thing Alto disliked about crying, it was how the nose flares up and stuffs the nose with gross fluids.
Another sniff ripped through the air. It wasn’t his.
Alto’s ear twisted, trying to seek out where it was coming from.
A whimper.
A shadow loomed out of the hallway before a pony came into view. “Spearmint?” Alto muttered, able to see the shadow’s caster.
Spearmint flinched when she noticed she was no longer alone. “Oh! Hello, Alto…” No longer caring about his own sorrow, the stallion approached the pegasus.
“Are you okay? Why are you crying?” he asked. Alto gandered left and right, curious to Spearmint’s loneliness. “And where is your date?”
“I don't want to talk about him right now,” she huffed before walking past the caramel pony. “He is probably off with that much prettier mare.”
“Wha-” Alto stopped in front of Spearmint, hoping she wouldn't leave him without understanding her situation first. “Do you want to talk about it?” A half hearted smile rose. “Besides, I would like to talk to somepony and allow myself to get my mind off of… things.” Alto felt pity for Spearmint, however depressing her situation was.
Thankfully, Spearmint showed some sign of happiness. “Misery loves company I suppose,” she mumbled. “Let's go sit by the stairs.”
Both ponies walked toward the stairway in silence. It reminded Alto the first time Harp Hearts pulled him aside to ask him why he was so hard on himself. At the time, Alto just wanted to get business handled; Harp Hearts wanted to help a broken spirit.
After getting comfortable at the top step, Alto asked, “So what happened to your date? You said he was with some other mare?”
Instead of having his question answered, Alto received something else entirely different. “High Brass warned me about him…”
“About your date?” The stallion tried to remember Spearmint’s date, only recalling the yellow fur and orange mane. A light bulb flicked on, knowing exactly who she was referring to. “That was Hot Shot, correct? The wide reciever for our hoofball team?”
Spearmint sighed, “That’s him…”
“Did he ask you to the dance?” Alto asked.
“Yes.”
The mare didn’t seem too happy to admit such a popular stallion would ask for her hoof to the dance. Then again, Hot Shot and Spearmint are no longer together, so her current state of sadness is understandable. “What happened between you two?”
“Apparently, he wanted to use me to make one of the cheerleaders jealous.”
“I can assume it worked.” The words didn’t come out well and Alto worried it may have offended the pegasus.
Two hooves hid Spearmint’s shameful face. “Why didn’t I listen to High Brass?” she spoke into her hooves.
Alto followed each step with his eyes until it reached the bottom floor, trying to conjure up something that may help the pony in distress. But all he could think about were the stories surrounding Hot Shot. The stallion was a well known athlete, both on the field and with the mares. Just like High Brass, Hot Shot had rumors follow his every move. The only difference between the two was both mares and stallions spoke negatively about Hot Shot; High Brass was only hated by the guys exclusively.
“Let’s try not to think about him,” was the only advice Alto could muster up. He never found himself trying to assist fixing a mare’s broken heart. Regardless with the lack of experience, Alto wasn’t going to abandon Spearmint to her own sadness; she was in need. “Did you hear me sing?”
The question seemed to quickly distract the mint-green pegasus. “I did,” she smiled. “And it was very sweet.”
Alto wanted to use this chance to cheer up Spearmint with a silly pun. “Was it as sweet as your name?”
Spearmint flushed, her teeth flashing a wide grin. “Not as sweet as your compliment.” Both ponies smiled at one another, exchanging simple laughs. Alto eyed Spearmint, her cute smile cheering him up.
“You seem better already,” Alto added.
Spearmint nodded, “Just a little.” She faced Alto, showing very little sadness. “I can see why Harp Hearts talks a lot about you. You know how to cheer somepony up.”
“I should thank her to be honest,” Alto shrugged. “She is the reason why I no longer beat myself up. Her advice helped me a lot.”
Spearmint blinked, sadness sweeping over her face like a bowl overflowing with water. “If only I was good at listening to advice.”
“Are you referring to High Brass?” He had advice to give?
She nodded, “I used to date him before.”
It was a bit of a shock, but less of a surprise to Alto. He had never seen Spearmint in a close relationship with High Brass. An explanation was needed. “When was this?”
“A while back before I was brought into his group.” Her eyes lazily gandered at Alto, staring at him but not straight in the eyes. “It is a bit of a long story. Do you mind hearing it?”
“I do not mind.” I can also learn a little about the good side of High Brass. Just the thought of High Brass having a good side was comical, considering everything Alto had just been through with the pompous rich pony. However, a little understanding of High Brass’ positive motives was good to at least know.
Spearmint licked her lips, “Before I knew the other girls in his group, I was a helpless romantic; and I still am. I've always wanted to have somepony to love and to love me back. Almost always, I would find myself falling in love with a different stallion almost every week. And every time I showed interest, nopony would give back. I did have one friend who seemed like he was interested in me, but we don’t talk anymore…”
I wonder why your old friend no longer associates with you, Alto thought. His brow twitched, knowing very well Spearmint’s friend fell victim to High Brass’ game.
“One day, out of the blue, High Brass approached me and asked me on a date. I don’t know what prompted him to approach me of all mares so suddenly, but I didn’t let the opportunity of a lifetime slip from my grasp.” Spearmint realized she was daydreaming about High Brass and quickly reassured, ““I-I’m not trying to sound like I want to take High Brass away from Harp Hearts!”
It would be nice if you did . Thankfully, Alto’s subconscious was not in charge of his tongue. “I understand. You’re just telling me the past.”
“At least you understand that,” Spearmint sighed.
Alto wanted to ask about her past friend, but didn’t want to tread on ground that could end less than positive; or worse, slip up and tell Spearmint High Brass stole Harp Hearts from him. Drama was something Alto wanted to avoid. “You were saying?”
“The first date we had was amazing. He bought everything. from the food we ate, to the dress I wore that day. And the next two weeks I was with High Brass was amazing. To sum it up, I felt like I was living in a fantasy.”
“I can assume why.” Curious with how the breakup happened, Alto cut to the chase, “What happened between you and him?”
“Oh, right.” Spearmint stared forward at the wall, the white paint blank of any markings. “When we were at his home, he pulled me into his garden.” Her head spun to look at Alto. “If you ever go to his estate, you need to go there first.”
“Does he have spearmint in his garden?” Alto joked. He received a playful shove in the process.
“As I was saying, we were roaming about the garden.” Spearmint’s eyes fell back onto the white wall. “We sat down and High Brass asked me if I loved him. Of course, I said yes.” The mare nodded as if the white paint was High Brass asking the same question in the past moment. “Then he asked why.” After sucking in a breath of air, Spearmint let out a soft sigh. “Aside from stating the obvious ‘because you are handsome’ and ‘you treat me so well,’ I couldn’t find any other answers to his question.”
“What did he ask next?” Alto assumed High Brass asked another question.
“He- then told me his reasons for loving me.” A curious hum vibrated in Alto’s throat. “High Brass said I was somepony wonderful to have close by, always willing to get up against him. My affection to him was stress relieving.” Spearmint smiled at the spoken memories. “He continued to go on about my character, how I am fun to be around, and over all, a good pony.” Slowly, Spearmint faced Alto, a frown weighing at the corners of her mouth. “After flooding me with compliments, he asked me if I loved him. And…”
Knowing a sad memory was about to surface, Alto scooted closer toward Spearmint, but not too close. It was enough for her to notice and she moved toward him as well. “What was your answer?” he asked.
“I said ‘I don’t know…’” Spearmint replied with a crack in her voice. “Just the thought of the question still haunts me. And now, I wonder why I even liked Hot Shot! He was good looking, yeah. But I wanted to see if I could find a reason for me to love him. And-”
Alto rubbed a hoof on the mare’s shoulder, bringing her already heated attitude back to a lukewarm temperature. “You were going on about Hot Shot.” Alto shook his head, “He is not what we were talking about right now. Let’s focus on one stallion at a time.”
“Right… Sorry…” To Alto, Spearmint looked lonely, in need of somepony. Just like him.
“I-if y-you’d like,” he mumbled, his cheeks flushed, “you can- I can… h-h-hold you. Just for friendly comfort.” The offer was snatched and the mare threw herself at Alto. She burrowed her cheek into his breast, nuzzling it like a child missing their mother’s warmth. Her hair smelled like sweet vanilla, warming the unicorn’s lungs. Alto pulled her close, arms wrapped tightly around Spearmint. Rubbing her shoulder in comfort, the stallion asked, “Whenever you are ready, you can continue.”
Spearmint wasted no time to resume her story, “So, High Brass then began to talk to me about my old habits. I have talked to him about my helpless romantic lifestyle before because I felt safe telling him. Now that he was bringing it to light about the current situation at hoof, or rather, at the time, made be feel even worse about myself.”
“But how did he help you and give you advice?” Alto asked.
“He told me to not seek out somepony just for giving affection alone. Seek out their heart. Find a real reason to love somepony before sharing your heart.” Spearmint looked up at the stallion holding her. “Just like you, when you stood up onstage and sang your heart out to that mare that you wanted to ask to the dance.”
Alto smiled down at her, “Sometimes the emotions are too strong to ignore and you have to proclaim it somehow.” He sighed out the side of his mouth, “Too bad I had to weep like a child onstage.”
“Oh no no no.” Spearmint adjusted herself and her nose slightly skimmed against Alto’s neck. The tickle was a small sensation and the stallion gasped at the feeling. “That was very sweet of you. You had a reason why you loved that mare so much that it brought you to tears.”
“I suppose.” Wanting to keep Harp Hearts out of his mind as much as possible, Alto needed to bring the attention back to Spearmint and her past relationship with High Brass. To think that he would rather think about High Brass than Harp Hearts. Everything was beginning to become ironic. “So how did you take the breakup with High Brass?”
Spearmint shrugged, “How else do you think I took it? Of course I cried and High Brass was still there to keep me in his arms. But when he told me to look for a stallion I can truly love, High Brass reassured he was not trying to hurt me; he was trying to help me not fall for a stallion that will end up abusing the affection I give.” Alto gave the advice some thought. Scenarios of potential “lovers” entered his mind, each one using Spearmint for their own sick, perverse ways.
“He does make a good point,” Alto spoke, almost laughing out loud; another thing he and High Brass agree on. “Neither he, nor I think you should be in a relationship that has somepony abusing your love. And unfortunately, Hot Shot did just what High Brass warned you about.”
Spearmint’s arms squeezed Alto tightly. “But I just can’t help myself!” she wined, a fresh wave of tears flooding from the cracks of her closed eyes. “I want to just love somepony! I want to hold a stallion close to me! I want him to tell me everything is going to be alright! I just- I don’t want to be alone… I don’t want to be sad and have to deal with mutual hugs and reassurance that everything is going to be okay. No! I want that stallion to be there for me! To be there when I cry for help. But I want to have a reason to love him, too! I want to be there for his days when he is lonely. I want to be the mare that knows he loves him with a heart that never fails. I just want… And I hate what I cannot control…”
Spearmint pressed her face deeper into Alto’s chest, twitching from the sad huffs of air. Doing all he could, the stallion quietly whispered hushes into the depressed pegasus’ ear. “Shh, it’s okay. Just let it all out.” Alto was beginning to thank Harp for the influence she had on him, remembering those words she once said before.
“I just don’t just want to have to feed off of somepony’s love,” Spearmint mumbled into Alto’s shirt. “I do want to find a reason why I love somepony. I just don’t want to wait.”
“You are going to have to, Spearmint,” Alto argued calmly, but then redacted his thought. “In fact, you can be loved by your friends.”
The mare giggled, “I know that , and you know exactly what I mean.”
“All I am doing is simply using what you had said.” Playing along, Alto gave Spearmint a gentle squeeze on the shoulder.
Both ponies smiled at one another, enjoying the lonely company. Nopony was around to see them, which is how they prefered it. “Thank you for at least being here for me.”
“I didn’t plan it, but thanks to my crying fit onstage, our fate was destined.” Alto figured now would be the time to discuss his feelings to Spearmint. Considering how she had concluded her fit of sorrow, perhaps Alto could vent about his own; carefully, however.
“Now don’t go beating yourself up,” Spearmint frowned, mimicking one of Harp Hearts’ old expressions of disapproval.
“Like you said,” Alto spoke sarcastically, “‘I can’t help myself.’” Both ponies smiled at the joke, but knew there was some truth behind the sentence.
Spearmint shook her head, “Don’t use me as an example. Our problems are nowhere close.”
“I suppose,” Alto replied.
“You know…” The mare poked at the unicorn’s ribs. “...if you want, you can tell me about the mare you wanted to ask to the dance.”
Alto flinched as the discomforting poke registered in his brain. “I’d rather not.”
“Come on! Pleeeeeese!” Spearmint ran her hoof against his ribs like a balled-mallet running up a xylophone.
“Stop,” Alto chuckled, half enjoying the tease, half disliking the pestering.
“I won’t tell,” she winked.
To prevent another round of tickling, the unicorn grabbed hold of Spearmint’s hoof. I can’t believe I am considering it. “You promise?” Something in Alto’s heart needed to just tell somepony other than a stallion. However, he needed to not let the true truth out.
Before he could react, Spearmint reclaimed her hoof with a quick pull and tapped Alto’s muzzle. “I swear.”
Letting out a defeated sigh, Alto looked at his tuxedo pocket. A crumpled white paper hid itself like a snow rabbit hibernating in black ash. “Alright.” Alto blinked at it, recalling how he snatched the piece before he fled the stage. If he left it, Harp Hearts would see her name below the title. And the evening would be more of an event than just the dance alone.
“I’m ready when you are,” Spearmint beamed.
As if confessing to murder, Alto hesitated, not sure if it was the right thing to do. Venting about Harp may help, but at what cost? He was about to find out.
“H… Harp Hearts,” Alto muttered. Never in his life did a mare quickly tear herself from his arms.
“Y-you’re one of them, aren’t you? Trying to gossip about High Brass?” Spearmint shouted, pointing a hoof at Alto. Her eyes stabbed hard as the mare prepared to defend High Brass.
Alto was already beginning to regret his choice, but the unicorn didn’t possess the power to rewind time. So he pressed forward. “Now relax,” Alto reassured, holding up his hooves. “It’s not what you think it is.”
“Then respond quickly! I have already lost a friend because he was possessed with a stupid rumor about High Brass! And I don’t want to lose you to it, either!” Spearmint fanned out her wings, making herself seem larger and more intimidating. But Alto could tell Spearmint was scared, afraid that she had just shared her emotions with the wrong pony.
“I have not succumbed to saying anything about High Brass at all,” Alto argued. “If fact, I complimented him face-to-face about making Harp Hearts happy, and proclaimed it onstage.” He shook his head, “I haven’t told anypony, not even those who even asked me if I was High Brass’ ‘victim’ anything. And not once have I tried to pry Harp Hearts off of him, either.”
Half of the mare’s intimidation evaporated, though it didn’t frighten him as much as his own words. “Okay, I will agree that you have not said any sort of gossiping nonsense.” Alto had to keep his eyes from rolling. If only you knew it was truthful nonsense. “But was that song really for her?”
“Of course it was,” Alto nodded, his voice exclaiming a little louder than he would have liked. “She was the mare who helped me change my terrible ways.”
“What ways?” Spearmint sat close to the stallion, not falling into his arms, but close enough that their hips touched.
Alto felt he had no need to defend himself anymore and can now ventilate. “Before Harp Hearts came into my world, I used to abuse myself whenever I played a bad note, or whenever something I did was not perfect.”
“So it’s true…” Spearmint frowned.
Snapping his neck at the pegasus, Alto scrunched his brows. “What do you mean by that?”
“High Brass pulled me aside and told me he was worried about Harp Hearts being friends with you because of your past behavior.”
“But I have changed!” Alto countered. “Doesn’t that count for something?”
“Of course it does,” she nodded.
“Does he have an issue with me?” Not that I am surprised by that. Alto thought back to when he and High Brass were alone earlier. High Brass said something on the lines of him not understanding why Harp Hearts cares about Alto. Spearmint’s statement confirmed Alto’s suspicions that the rich pony indeed does have some form of a gripe against him. However, the mint-green mare revealed much more than she realized. There was more of an intention for High Brass’ to act against Alto.
“He is just worried about Harp Hearts. That’s all.”
Alto frowned, “Do you think I am a dangerous pony?”
Spearmint sat for a moment in silence, staring at the stairs. “After everything you have done for me just now…” She faced him and gave Alto a nice grin. “...I can honestly say that you are not.”
“Good.” The unicorn let out a sigh, resting his hoof on his forehead. “I wonder if Harp Hearts thinks I am dangerous…” The thought of him showing aggression toward Harp Hearts slowly poisoned Alto’s mind. “Geeze, just when I thought I couldn’t feel any worse…”
Seeing the pain she had brought upon the unicorn, Spearmint quickly moved into Alto, wrapping an arm around him. “I didn’t mean to upset you…” she said, her tone speaking the truth more than the actual words themselves.
“I know,” Alto mumbled, allowing the offer of affection. “It’s just-” Don’t say the truth. It will only make matters worse. Alto remembered how Spearmint reacted when he said Harp Hearts’ name. Who knows how she will respond if the pegasus heard what really happened? “First, I was seconds late before High Brass st- asked her to the dance. Then, I had to watch the mare I love be with some other stallion. Here at the formal, both danced right in front of me, as if to taunt me.” ‘As if.’ You know exactly well how High Brass looked at you when they kissed. Alto winced at the memory of the rich pony kissing Harp Hearts. “And now here we are, unearthing the fact that High Brass doesn’t think Harp is safe around me, which by the way, makes me hate myself even more.” Alto gave Spearmint a stern look. “And no, I won’t hit myself because I have inner anger against me.”
“Alto, I’m-” Spearmint cut herself short and took her free arm and wrapped Alto into it. “I’m sorry I’m not helping.”
“At least you don’t view me as hurtful.” Alto wasn’t watching Spearmint and was taken by surprise when she kissed him on the cheek. The touch made him gasp and flush.
“I hope that was enough to cheer you up,” she mumbled, her cheeks red with blush. Spearmint’s eyes shined in the dim light she and Alto shared. “Again, I will reassure that I see nothing wrong with you.” Both ends of her lips rose toward her eyes. “In fact, I find you as a kind, sweet, and handsome stallion.”
The complement stimulated Alto’s heart, now suddenly taken aback by Spearmint’s cute smile. Her details in her face were much clearer to him now. Alto just noticed small brown freckles spotting Spearmint’s left cheek. Seeing the twinkle in her eye, Alto wanted to see if he can pursue Spearmint further. He pulled her close to his chest, looking down at the mint-green pegasus, and wondered if he kissed her, she would taste like her name. Alto ran his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
Spearmint moved with his tug, her body leaning up toward him; only her hips remained on the ground. “That is… nice of you to say,” Alto finally spoke. Harp Hearts was slowly leaving his mind, finally freeing him of any stress he had of her. “And I think… you are very cute.”
“Aww…” Spearmint mumbled, raising her neck to touch her snout against Alto’s.
“I hope you are not falling in love with me,” Alto chuckled. “We just met.”
“I know,” she giggled. “But I feel you deserve to be distracted for a little while. Besides, I need somepony right now, too.”
Alto had to fight his animalistic nature to kiss Spearmint right here and now. His hormones screamed at him, and his emotions cried for her attention. But Alto’s current friendship with Spearmint was not as strong as the heat of the moment. “I know what you are thinking and- you know what I am thinking too, right?”
“I do,” Spearmint answered. “Like I have said before, I just can’t help myself with some things.”
“Then, why don’t we… kiss…” Alto’s heart skipped a beat, not sure if those were his own words, or his body demanding physical pleasure. “...and then, when we are finished, let's just be friends. I don’t want things to become awkward between us.”
Alto saw the displeasure in Spearmint’s eyes, but knew it was the right thing to do for her, and himself. “I understand.”
“And as your friend, when we are finished, try not to fall in love with stallions too quickly, okay? Even I don’t want you to get hurt.” Like the speed of a grandfather clock’s hour hand, Alto moved his head slowly toward Spearmint.
“I will… but on one condition…” Spearmint muttered, her eyes closing like a blanket covering a hiding child. “Let’s make this moment last. If I am to truly search for that special somepony that I know I love, then I want to be sure I am filled with your affection.”
Something about that statement makes me uneasy. The top of Alto’s brain began to slightly hurt, but he answered, “Okay, I accept your condition.” The deal was set and the stallion began to close his eyes.
“And I accept yours,” Spearmint muttered before lurching her neck forward, smacking against Alto’s lips.
For his first kiss, Alto was surprised with himself as he naturally opened and closed his mouth, following Spearmint’s tempo. He had never kissed a mare in his life like this, yet somehow knew what to do. Perhaps it was the movies he has watched from before and is now using the knowledge obtained by them.
Spearmint’s hot breath pressed into Alto’s lungs, forcing him to take in her air. But he didn’t mind it. It only made Alto kiss even harder and faster. In a quick movement, Spearmint crawled onto the stallion’s lap before resuming their session. The mare’s lips smacked against Alto’s neck, and the sensation drove him wild. It was warm and her lips tickled his sensitive skin. He squeezed Spearmint against him, demanding more. He opened his eyes to see the mare moving about his neck and the stallion decided it was his turn to return the favor.
Lifting her chin with his hoof, both ponies eye’s met. They looked drunken with emotions, wanting to give more love than the other. Alto first kissed Spearmint’s cheek, then her neck. As he kissed the mare, Alto could hear soft moans escaping Spearmint, causing him to kiss deeper. There were moments where he forgot to breath and had to gasp for air. One long deep kiss under the chin was enough to cause Spearmint to jump onto him.
Now on his back, Alto watched Spearmint pant over him, her mane starting to become a frazzled mess. He wanted to continue, but his head began to pound with an ache. “I… think we should stop.”
Spearmint nodded in agreement, “We should.” She slowly crawled off of him and stood on all fours. The mare assisted Alto to his hooves and the two stood in awkward silence. “I think I should go.”
“Me too.” Both ponies stared at one another, not sure what to make of the sudden flurry of emotions they had just had. It was extremely passionate, yet no emotions other than driven pleasure pulled them together. In their own minds, both Alto and Spearmint agreed their make out session was a mistake.
“I’ll see you around, Alto,” Spearmint spoke before turning around. “Let’s not mention this to the others.”
“Yeah.” It was best for Alto to sweep the memory under the rug as fast as possible.
“And thank you for helping me feel better.”
“Likewise,” Alto replied, wincing at the stabbing headache. The mare left the hallway, leaving the stallion alone. He stared at the tile floor, disgusted with himself. How dare I use another mare for my own pleasure. Alto knew he used Spearmint’s vulnerable emotions for himself and she did the same. Instead of getting angry with her, Alto was more upset with how he allowed it to happen. What’s more, he was still alone, without a date; a pony for himself. Both were at fault.
After everything he and Spearmint did, Alto didn’t feel any better about himself. What Alto had just experienced was not love; it was lust.
At least the two left on good terms, even if it was awkward.
How long Alto was away from everypony was unknown to the stallion. The moon was in a different location, but that didn’t help tell what time of evening it was. Alto began to head toward the quad. More ponies grew around him as the stallion entered the more populated section of the school. Several ponies noticed Alto and pointed at him, whispering to their friends. What they were whispering about, he didn’t know or care about.
Suddenly, a sherbert-orange mare with glasses intersected Alto’s path. “Umm, I am sorry to bother you, but are you the one who sang that last song onstage?”
“Yes I am,” Alto nodded, but refused to show any positive emotions. If it was another girl trying to find out if he sung the song for her, Alto may have to hit his head on something. Then again, his current headache was enough of a pain to make the stallion think otherwise.
“Well, your friend has been looking for you,” the unicorn mumbled.
“Harp?” Alto turned his head toward the quad to see the bright lights shining at him. If there was one mare he didn’t mind seeing now, it would be her. “Do you know where she is?”
“Well, just go to the stage. That’s all she told us to do.”
Unable to keep a straight face, the stallion smiled, “Do I have a search party looking for me?”
“Well, maybe a small one, but yes,” she nodded.
Might as well go and face her now. After all, I’m not crying anymore. “Thank you,” Alto spoke before heading toward the quad.
“B-but before you go,” the unicorn mumbled, “c-can I give you something?” If it is a kiss, then you can forget it…
Alto flinched as a pink rose suddenly floated in his peripheral. Looking behind him, the sherbert-orange unicorn blushed, ears hiding in the long mane of hers. “I know you may not want any attention from any mares, considering how you sang onstage and… lamented.” Not hearing her say cry made Alto feel a bit better, despite how the word lament means to mourn bitterly. “But I just… well… want to tell you how good of a singer you are and… well… I just want to tell you that you will find your happiness one day…”
Very slowly, Alto reached for the rose stem, and grabbed hold of the flower. He sniffed the sweet scent, the headache slightly fading away. “You know, pink roses smell the nicest to me.” The sherbert-orange mare revealed the smallest of smiles, and the light from the quad flashed in her glasses. Smiling at her, Alto said, “Thank you. And there is no need to be shy around me. I’m just a pony just like you.” She said something after Alto turned around, but he didn’t hear it. He was too busy fussing about the the rose, placing it in the pocket of his tuxedo.
***
Alto hummed to himself when he approached the back end of the stage, attempting to act inconspicuous. Familiar faces easily noticed him and soon, Alto was surrounded by his peers.
“Hey, you okay?”
“We’ve been looking for you.”
“Can somepony inform Harp Hearts?”
A flurry of questions bombarded the unicorn, but he did hear one mention Harp Hearts, confirming she was looking for him. “I just needed some time alone.” Little did they know that he was accompanied by a heartbroken mare.
A voice boomed from the stage’s speakers, “HARP HEARTS, PLEASE COME TO THE QUAD. WE FOUND ALTO. ”
Knowing he was now the school’s center of attention, the stallion became flustered and wanted to flee yet again. But somepony quickly cemented themselves to the unicorn, preventing his second escape.
“Alto!” Harp Hearts exclaimed, squeezing her friend’s neck. “I've been wondering where you were!” Ponies gave Harp Hearts and Alto space, but tried to keep their eyes on the pair, wondering what was going to happen next.
“I just made my way around, basking in my sadness,” Alto said, pulling his friend close. “I just needed to cry and let it all out.”
She looked up at her friend, “Are you feeling at least a little better?”
Alto shook his head and smiled, “I can't get myself to cry anymore, so at least there is that.” He attempted to move from Harp Hearts, but her hold told him to stay put.
“Answer my question: Are. You. Feeling. Better?” Harp blinked, her eyes staring through Alto.
“Only a little.” His gaze went elsewhere, glancing at anypony who was staring at him; each eye he met turned the other way, not wanting to bother the already upset stallion. “I did have Spearmint keep me company, so perhaps more than a little.” Alto’s head stabbed with pain at the mere thought of the pegasus.
“You found her?” She looked back at High Brass and his group, wondering if Spearmint had rejoined their company. Looking back, Harp Hearts asked, “Where was she?”
It joyed Alto to not have the subject matter about him. “In the hallway, alone.”
“Alone!?” Harp Hearts snapped her neck at the group, removing her hold on her friend. “Alto said he saw Spearmint.”
High Brass was the first to move toward Alto, and the mares soon followed. His question mimicked Harp Hearts’, “Where is she?” He looked at Harp Hearts and asked, “Why did you exclaim ‘alone?’”
Alto spoke first, “Because Hot Shot left her for some other mare.” High Brass’ eyes widened with anger as the girls mumbled amongst themselves. “I saw her in the halls and she and I talked.”
Under his breath, High Brass muttered, “That jackass…” The rich pony looked at Alto, and for once, didn't appear to be bothered with him. “Is she okay?”
It surprised Alto to see High Brass not give him a stink eye. “I did my best to cheer her up. The only thing I don't know is where she went off to.”
“She tends to do that when something is on her mind,” High Brass added and his group nodded in agreement.
Interjecting into Alto’s and High Brass’ conversation, Harp tapped her friend on the shoulder. “Is there anything you still need to get off your chest?” she asked. “You did leave quite quickly without telling me a word.”
Alto looked at High Brass, the rich pony wanting to remove him off of Harp Hearts’ chest. “We can talk about it later. Besides, you have an evening to enjoy.”
High Brass nodded, “I agree. He does need to get to work after all.” Alto pursed his lips, knowing he won't receive any sympathy for High Brass. But he was right.
The unicorn moved from Harp Hearts but was pulled by the shoulder. “Alto, if you-”
“Harp, I am fine right now.” His voice was reassuring, however, Alto knew his words will expire soon and everything will be not so fine. “Spearmint and I already talked about it. If you see her, I'm sure she will fill you in on… what happened.” He wondered if Spearmint will keep her promise and not tell anypony about their passionate encounter at the top of the staircase. “Again, let us talk about it later. Maybe after the dance, at Doenut Joe’s.”
Defeated, Harp Hearts nodded, “Alright.” Alto passed High Brass’ cluster of mares as they continued to mingle among themselves; half discussing Spearmint, half discussing Alto.
If there was anything to do and get his mind off of Harp Hearts, it was to play his violin. However, the only thing he would not do is perform his song again.
Entering the backstage, Alto approached Mr. Tenor who looked very concerned for his student. “Having a hard time moving on?” he asked.
“It's more difficult than you know, sir,” the teenager answered.
Taking the advice Alto had given her, Harp Hearts and High Brass left the group in an attempt to enjoy the rest of the evening. The stars blinked at Harp Hearts, wondering why she stared at them with gloomy eyes. She and High Brass stat alone on a wooden bench far from the quad, and from everypony else. Letting her feelings be known to her date, Harp Hearts let out a heavy sigh. “I am worried for Alto…” she muttered.
“He will be fine.” High Brass had to keep his tone in check. He didn't want his date to know how much distaste he had for Alto. “Just… try not to think about him. Alto has other friends that will keep him company.”
“I suppose…” Leaning toward Harp Hearts, High Brass gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. In turn, the mare kissed his. Before long, the couple began kissing.
High Brass clung to his date, pulling her close, pressing harder on her lips. He felt Harp Hearts retreat, her kiss not at passionate as his. I need to not be so forceful. But I must keep her mind off of Alto.
“You make me happy,” he said, parting his lips for a moment before resuming.
“Thanks,” Harp Hearts mumbled.
Thanks? She never just takes a compliment and just says thank you. High Brass couldn't keep his focus and stopped giving his affection. He looked down at Harp Hearts, watching the mare turn her gaze down at their fused shadow.
“I'm sorry… I can't not worry about Alto.” The name rang in High Brass’ ears. It's always Alto with you!
Trying to maintain a straight composure, High Brass asked, “Why do you talk about Alto so much?” He was now playing a dangerous game, and he knew it. “Do you have feelings for him?”
Harp Hearts body twitched as if electrified. “W-what!? No! No no no, I don't!” Good; if only Alto would hear those exact words. The pink pony’s ears fell back, worried she had upset High Brass. “I'm not… trying to make you think I'm interested in somepony else, am I?”
“You seem to always talk about him,” High Brass pressed. However, deep inside, he was hating himself. I don't mean to upset you, my dear Harp Hearts…
“I don't have to talk about him if you don't want me to,” she mumbled, leaning into High Brass’ shiny shirt. “If it bothers you.”
“It would be nice if we just talked about each other and not him for once. I'm tired of hearing-”
A shot of panic sped through High Brass’ blood. He said a little too much. Harp Hearts straightened herself, no longer against his chest. “What do you mean by that?” She raised a brow, frowning, “I thought you said before you liked me talking about my friend.”
D-did she-
“Are you jealous of Alto, High Brass?” High Brass had nothing to say. His lips were parted, but nothing could be said. Harp Hearts slightly scooted several inches away from High Brass. To him, it was a mile wide. “I was hoping you were going to say that you didn't mind about me talking about Alto…”
She was playing her own game while I tried to play mine! Oh, what hole have I just dug…
“Answer my question, High Brass,” Harp Hearts squeaked, her throat choked with emotion. “Are you jealous of my friend?”
High Brass was on a sea of broken glass. Everywhere he was about to step was going to hurt. “I- don't understand why you talk about him all the time.”
“He is my friend. I'm always spending my time with him, so I am bound to speak about Alto every so often.” The mare’s brows creased, now on the offensive. “Is there something you dislike about Alto? Because it seems to me that he has no quirls with you, despite the rumors about he heard.”
High Brass needed to pick a careful lie and not let it break below his hooves. “I know he does not have an issue with me. Besides, he thanked me for making you happy.” Clearing his throat, High Brass did have some truth rise in his brain. “He did come off intimidatingly when he pulled me aside earlier this evening.”
“What did he say, other than a thank you?” Harp Hearts was slightly more relaxed, but not by much.
“Just to make sure that I keep making you happy and to not give you a reason to doubt me.” High Brass frowned, attempting to make the mare fall back into his ring. “And that is the last thing I want to do; make you doubt me…”
Harp Hearts frowned, scooting closer to High Brass. “And I don't want to doubt you.” The orange lamp light shined in the mare’s lavender eyes.
“Then believe me when I say that I have absolutely nothing wrong with him,” High Brass responded, getting closer to the pink pony.
Harp Hearts frowned, shaking her head with disapproval. “You're lying… You said you were tired of me talking about Alto, and now you say you have no issues with him.”
Slowly, Harp Hearts got up from the bench. In a panic, High Brass lept off his seat. “W-where are you going?”
“I am going to find Alto and ask him personally of you have any issues with him.” Facing him, Harp Hearts folded her brows. But her eyes were sad. “Unless you will tell me what is wrong.”
Arguing with another mare was something new to the rich pony. “I think… you are over reacting, Harp.”
“Perhaps I am,” she said, “but I need to know the truth. And I know Alto will tell me the truth.”
“And how do you know that?” High Brass argued.
“You are proving that you do have a problem with him!” Tears began to build at Harp Hearts’ eyes. “If you didn't, then you would have no problem with me asking him about you.”
The sea of glass stabbed a hole into High Brass’ ship. No more could he hold back the truth, or risk losing Harp Hearts.
“I'm not unreasonable when it comes to what is real,” Harp Hearts answered, placing an arm around High Brass. “I know you love me.” A warm grin bloomed from her lips. “You told me as we danced. That I do believe.”
A sigh of relief escaped High Brass. “And here I was, worried that you would walk away while I held back the truth.”
“Just don't say anything ridiculous and we should be fine.” Looking deep into High Brass’ eyes, Harp Hearts asked, “Now, your issue with Alto; what is the matter with him that you don't like.”
The glass sea didn't seem to threaten High Brass, but anything could puncture more holes into him. “I don't like his character, Harp Hearts.”
“What do you mean?” Her flank rested on the bench, prompting the rich pony to sit close to the mare.
“Did you ever know what Alto was like before you arrived?” High Brass asked. “I was here before you met your friend.”
“I don't,” Harp Hearts admitted, “but I know the just of it from him personally.”
“Then I am sure you are well aware of how Alto used to strike himself viciously whenever he made an error on something.”
“Of course. My first day here at the campus was the day he scarred his brow.” A smile crawled up Harp Heart’s face. “It was also the day I made a great friend.”
“But why him ? Before you came around, he was so… harmful. Hateful to others, even.” High Brass shook his head. “Alto is a pony who could snap on somepony without warning. He has never struck anypony, but...” He got close to Harp Hearts, looking down at her with desperate concern. “...the last thing I want is for you to be a victim of that.”
High Brass’ argument was far from convincing. “You know nothing about my friend, High Brass. You don’t know the pain he has gone through.” Harp Hearts’ ears pointed back, a warning to the rich pony.
“But I do know him, Harp.” I need to keep her from turning on me and focus on Alto. “He was a bitter pony.”
“Was ,” the mare bluntly commented. “Because of me, I helped him change for the better. And he helped change me, too.”
High Brass couldn’t help but feel dumbfounded. “But why did you assist him? Alto has nothing redeeming about him. Just look at how-”
“-how he cried onstage as Alto performed his lovely piece to the mare he so cared about? I think he is very brave to do that. Who cares about what he was?” At this point, Harp Hearts was on all fours, angry with tears. In shock, High Brass sat still, regretting his words. Never in his life has he made another mare so angry with him. And look so sad.
“Alto is just like any pony; he has flaws, regardless of his obsession with perfection.” Harp Hearts huffed, not sure what to do. “I cannot believe you are here telling me about his past. That was years ago, High Brass. How dare you look at his past sins and tell me he is not redeemable!” Unable to keep a grasp on her angry stare, her face writhed, a sorrowful cloud forming overhead.
Biting his tongue hard, High Brass needed to hurry with a response, but he feared it might be too late. “But I told you the truth at least.”
Harp Hearts couldn’t deny that it what she wanted. “You did…”
“And the truth is…” If you want the truth, Harp Hearts, then here you go… I’m sorry… “...I don’t want you to be around Alto… he isn’t-”
“S-stop…” Harp Hearts mumbled. The truth was too much weight for the mare for once. Both waited in silence in the orange halo. Finally, with all the strength she could muster through her tears and hurt throat, she said, “We… are done, High Brass.”
Rare saltwater rolled down the rich pony’s cheeks. He wished Bastion was present. “But- what about the truth? What about us? What about my words? I- I love you!”
The three letter phrase was like the poison seeping into ear, trying to corrupt the mare. She spun around, her tears shimmering in the orange light. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t hate my only friend.”
No! I won’t lose you! High Brass stepped in front of Harp Hearts, attempting to block any possible escape routes. “Please, help me change! Let me- Let me find something redeeming about Alto like you have!”
“I am sorry, but I don’t believe you… I have told you before, Alto is my best and only friend who has helped me fill myself with some form of self-confidence. And I will not let that stallion walk out of my life, no matter what you say.” Walking around her wall with no bricks, Harp Hearts made for the quad.
The wall moved, and an arm grabbed her hoof. “Don’t go, Harp… Please…” It was too late for High Brass to even redeem himself now as he realised how forceful he was being; and yet, the emotions for the pink pony was too great.
“Let go of me…” she warned, afraid and angry, “...or I will scream.”
“Give me another chance!” he begged, choking on his voice, his grip tight on her wrist.
“You are hurting me..!” Harp Hearts squeaked, ready to cry for help.
“You better do what you were told, High Brass…” a voice spoke from the shadows. An orange pegasus with a blonde mane revealed himself, touching down from the dark sky.
“Who are you!” High Brass barked, pulling Harp Hearts close to protect her from the mysterious figure.
“I'm here to get that mare away from you…” the stallion grumbled, watching Harp Hearts shiver. “And by the looks of things, she doesn't want to be around you.” His smile was warm, “Am I right?”
She didn't care who he was, but Harp Hearts nodded in agreement, and began resisting High Brass’ hold. Realizing what he was doing, the rich pony let go of the mare. Harp Hearts looked at her savior and choked out a “thank you.”
“Now go,” the orange pony spoke. Harp Hearts took no time in standing around and briskly fled.
High Brass watched the pony he loved walk away. “Ha-!” A cloth was caught in his open mouth. His world suddenly spun and the pony’s head smacked the concrete. Adrenaline shot through his system, the stallion bucking and kicking at who pinned him down. His blows were unfortunately ineffective to his captor.
“Now nopony will hear you call for help,” a low, yet familiar voice hissed into High Brass’ ear. The cloth was tied tight over the rich pony’s mouth, blocking any way for him to talk; or call for help. A sharp pain struck High Brass in the side and he rolled onto his back. Finally getting a good look at the pony behind him, he saw the aggressor wearing a smiling drama mask.
“You can all come out now,” the orange leader spoke aloud. Various ponies exited the dark corners, each with their own drama mask. High Brass quaked with fear, dreading his decision to have Bastion stay home.
With the help of his peers, Alto managed to resume his evening and perform onstage. Now being a crowd favorite, he found himself enjoying the attention. It was a healthy distraction.
Even though the sight of it pained him, Alto was playing his own musical piece. However, this time, he didn't sing, and instead, was performing a non-lyrical solo. The stallion couldn't help himself by denying how wonderful his song was, along with how many continued to request it.
Alto’s eyes moved across the crowd, more watching him than dancing. He observed the front row of ponies, smiling at him. A few mares glanced elsewhere, shy from his gaze.
Looking to the right, he noticed a pony enter the crowd, alone by herself. Alto would have guessed it was Spearmint, but her fur was not a light-pink. Is that… The stallion suddenly recognized the mare’s dress. The light-cream color, the pink bow. Then, he saw her crying face.
“H-Harp?!” Both violin and bow fell to the ground, no longer spellbound. The crowd began talking amongst themselves, watching the musician climb offstage. Weaving through the sea of ponies, Alto finally arrived before his friend. He scanned her, heart pounding with worry. Harp Hearts didn't react to his approach. She just stared at the ground, tears streaming fast. “What happened, Harp Hearts? Where is High Brass? “Are-”
Just as she did when Alto was onstage, Harp Hearts jumped at her friend. Alto caught the earth pony and held her close. Harp Hearts’ body twitched with sorrow, huffing in any amount of air she could. “I want to go home…”
Many eyes stared at him and Harp Hearts, making the stallion feel uneasy. “Did something happen between you and High Brass?” Alto asked in her ear.
“I don't want to talk about him right now…” she responded, taking Alto by surprise. “He… he scared me and-” Alto could see others react to her words and the crowd immediately began to digest what was just spoken. And he was not happy to hear his friend was frightened.
“Where is he?!” Alto lifted his head to look into Harp Hearts’ eyes. “Did he-”
A cold hoof covered Alto’s lips. “Take me home. Please.”
***
The streets of Canterlot were mostly bare of ponies. Very few were about the cobblestone road, some hoof in hoof, others by themselves. Alto walked close to Harp’s side, listening to every word and every change of tone. Their talk was focused on her argument with High Brass. When she asked Alto if he had any issues with High Brass, he answered no, knowing very well that was a lie. But it was a lie that can easily be hidden.
“...And then the pegasus told me to leave, which I wasted no time in doing.” Harp Hearts finished her crying a few minutes after she and Alto left the school. She was currently furious with High Brass and his disliking for her friend.
“I'm glad whoever came to the rescue was there,” Alto said, wondering what would have happened if he heard Harp Hearts scream for help. It was difficult for Alto to decide if he was more furious or curious with High Brass.
For the obvious reason for his anger, High Brass went to the extreme and prevented Harp Hearts from leaving. And he hurt her. Squeezing her wrist. If Alto could bite down on his jaw any harder, he would splinter his own teeth.
On the other side of his processing brain, Alto finally understood why he was targeted by the rich pony. High Brass didn't simply steal Harp Hearts for the hay of it. He stole the earth pony because he was that worried about her. High Brass wanted to protect Harp Hearts. And with what Spearmint said earlier, further confirmed High Brass’ distaste with Alto.
“I would never have thought High Brass would hate me that much,” Alto spoke, answering with the truth behind his tongue.
“Neither did I,” Harp Hearts sniffed. “To sum up everything, he and I are done.”
Alto had to pry his lips down and fight the urge smile. “You broke up with him!?” A miniature Alto paraded around his brain, a victory won and he didn't have to try.
“He was a hypocrite.” The unicorn cocked his head, curious with what she meant. “High Brass was worried about you possibly… hitting me…” Harp Hearts stopped in a halo of orange, disturbed by the thought alone. “I will be honest Alto, imagining it does scare me.”
Not wanting to believe Harp Hearts and her words, Alto folded his ears, displeased she would succumb to High Brass’ poison. “But I know you would never do that,” Harp Hearts reassured, patting her friend on the shoulder.
“Thanks,” Alto answered, however, his tone didn't match the meaning of his spoken word.
Harp Hearts stepped forward, her shadow mending with Alto’s. “I swear, I know you won't want to bring any harm to me.” She smiled and held her friend, resting a chin on his shoulder. Alto returned the favor, pulling the mare close. Her curly pink and white mane smelled sweet, like vanilla vapor drifting out of its glass bottle. “Do you believe me now?”
“Maybe.” Harp Hearts playfully pushed Alto away, grinning at him.
“Just say yes.”
“Si.”
Harp Hearts rolled her eyes, “Oh, Alto. So resistant.” The mare poked her elbow at Alto. “That reminds me of the time when you challenged Mr. Tenor’s skill. You were so resistant at listening to his instruction as you claimed his techniques were inadequate.”
Alto flushed, remembering how Mr. Tenor shamed him by- “I'd rather not think about it.” Realizing how far the two had gotten sidetracked, Alto asked, “So, you were saying about High Brass being a hypocrite?” The words made Alto chuckle on the inside; he couldn't believe he was asking Harp Hearts that question.
Harp Hearts looked down the road, knowing her home was not far from where they were. A bench rested near the light she and Alto were standing in. “Let’s sit down first. I still want to talk about it.”
“Of course,” the unicorn nodded. Both ponies sat close to one another, ready to resume the subject matter that is High Brass.
“He is a hypocrite because he was so worried about you being my friend and how dangerous you can be. But when I tried to leave, he…” Harp Hearts rubbed the wrist he grasped. Her ears fell back and her eyes dared to shed a few more tears.
Alto spectated the mare, wanting to help her in any way possible, but also didn't want to scare Harp Hearts. He swallowed, knowing his strong feelings for Harp Hearts. Carefully, Alto reached for her wrist and placed his hoof on top of it. “D-don't be scared. He won't ever cause you any more trouble. Not while I am here.”
“Thank you, Alto.” Instead of flinching or behaving in some frightened manner, she leaned onto Alto, just as she has done many times before. “Thank you for being here for me.”
Alto closed his eyes, remembering the day she came over to his parents’ estate, venting about her frustration with trusting others. Of course, the unicorn’s mother and father were away, traveling, so the two had free reign over the house. After getting everything off her chest, Harp Hearts laid on the couch, tears staining the cushions. With an upset mare on his furniture, Alto knew he needed to help her. He sat beside the pony, telling her how she needs to have confidence from within, not only for herself but for others as well. While he was explaining his advice, Alto sat on the floor, beside Harp Hearts. And little by little, the pink pony accepted the advice. Of course, her modest behavior couldn't be helped. She couldn't help but believe herself not to be too special than others.
Once again, Alto was falling in love with Harp Hearts. All the arrows pointed to her. She loved his company. Perhaps the best time to tell her of his feelings would be then and there. “Hey, Harp,” Alto spoke, his heart pounding loudly like a bass drummer.
“Yes?” she asked, lifting her head to face Alto.
“I know what will make you feel better.” He looked at the cobblestone road, observing one stone that looked like a bean.
“And what might that be?”
“I can- tell you- the mare I wrote my song for.” Alto flushed. If he were to choose a moment to confess his love, it would be that very moment. Alto pondered the idea of Harp Hearts asking if he had a problem with High Brass asking her out first. Mustering up a response, Alto would say High Brass was their first and he was only seconds late. Nothing else needed to be said. Not about the mare snatching game. Not about Bastion bucking him. Not about the real reason why High Brass asked her to the Hearts and Hooves Formal. Those must not be said.
Harp Hearts immediately perked up, leaning into Alto. “Really!?” she beamed. “Yeay!” The mare clapped her hooves, excited for the truth to be revealed. “Geeze, I suddenly forgot why I was so sad.”
“Keep it that way,” Alto grinned, wanting all the attention onto him.
But the mare blinked, her cheerful emotions gone in a flash. “I do want to say this before we talk about something else.”
“Then go on. Say anything.”
Harp Hearts looked at her wrist, a glint of fear twinkling in her eye. “High Brass really scared me and now I doubt everything he has said to me. In other words, I don't think I will want to be with anypony anytime soon. My trust has been broken, and I will need some time before I believe anypony’s compliments. Just… be here for me, okay?” The unicorn simply nodded slowly. Alto wanted to take back his words as Harp Hearts smiled at him and said, “Now, about that mare you like.”
“Umm, maybe another time,” Alto spoke, frightened that he made a terrible mistake. Not only that, her words practically rejected him, and Alto hadn't spoken a single word about his love for her.
Harp Hearts leaned forward, her muzzle centimeters from Alto. “Oh no, you are not getting out of this one. You committed, you deliver.”
The last thing he wanted to do was lie to Harp Hearts after everything she had just gone through. But she didn't want to be in a relationship with another stallion. “You might get… upset.”
“I promise I will not.” The mare held her hoof up, reassuring no emotions of hers will be affected.
Taking a deep breath, Alto spoke low, “Alright Harp. Her name…” Harp Hearts leaned even closer, the anticipation killing her. “...i-is… H… H… Hu-”
Harp Hearts touched her friend's nose. “Alright, Alto, I have an idea to get you to say that mare’s name in an instant.”
“And how will you go about doing that?” Alto shivered, his rib cage quivering, scared of the pink pony.
Noticing his quaking body, Harp Hearts grabbed his hoof and gripped tightly. “There is no need to be scared. It's just me.”
Alto’s voice cracked when he chuckled. “Telling the truth can be frightening sometimes.”
“It can,” Harp Hearts nodded, “but when it is off your chest, you will be glad you did.”
I sure hope so… Facing the beautiful monster, he asked, “What is your idea you have about me telling the truth much easier?”
Swaying left and right, the mare replied, “It’s simple really! What I am going to do is count from ten to zero. When I get to zero, tell me that special mare’s name.”
“I think I can do that…” Alto didn't notice his breathing had increased but could tell his cheeks flared with pink.
“Calm down.” Harp Hearts sat right beside her caramel friend, ran an arm behind his back, and pulled him close. Not if you do this! You are making it worse! Regret made Alto more afraid. He didn't want to go through with his confession but had no choice. “Shh, don't worry.” Harp Hearts rubbed Alto’s shoulder, attempting to calm the rattling unicorn. Surprisingly, Alto managed to simmer down, even though his crush held him.
“I think I am okay now.”
“Then I shall begin the countdown!” Taking a deep breath, Alto accepted his fate. “Ten… nine… eight… sevensixfivefourthreetwoonezero!”
“Y-you can't expect me to react that fast!” Alto exclaimed, staring down at the mare.
“Hehe, I am just teasing,” Harp Hearts giggled.
It wasn't a laughing matter for Alto, but he managed to smile at Harp Hearts’ silly antics. “Do a recount. And this time, slowly. I want to prepare.”
“Okay, fine.” Alto looked down at Harp Hearts’ hoof. He wanted to hold it, to comfort it. He wanted the owner of that hoof close to him. He wanted to share his heart. But he didn't believe the mare of that hoof was ready for him.
“Ten… nine… eight...” she began, giggling with excitement.
What is there to be excited about?
“...seven… six…”
I know this confession will make you uncomfortable…
“...five…”
Please, Harp…
“...four…”
...don't hate me…
“…three…” Harp’s voice was getting quieter as she approached the last few numbers.
You are my best friend.
“...two…”
And I love you.
“...one…”
...Please love me back…
In his ear, Harp Hearts whispered, “...zero…”
Clenching his eyes tight, he exclaimed, “Harp Hearts!”
In his black vision, Alto could feel the grip from Harp Hearts’ hoof loosen. Already a bad sign. Opening his eyes, he looked over at the pink mare, her stare firmly stuck on him. A streak of blush brighter than her fur could ever be rested on her cute face. “M-me?” she mumbled.
Alto had to admit, getting the truth out made him feel less stressed about it. However, he worried about his friend’s thoughts. “Y-yeah…” he nodded.
Harp Hearts looked up at the sky, a hot huff of air escaped her lungs. “Me?” the mare repeated.
Blinking away, Alto muttered, “I'm sorry…”
“Alto, look at me.” He flinched at her words. Obeying, but still scared, Alto peered back at her. Harp Hearts’ smile almost touched her eyes as she bore her stare into Alto. “Was I that special mare?”
Alto didn't smile. His blush spoke on its own. “Yes.” He watched her eyes scan over him, inching little by little. Harp Hearts’ pink bow stood out in the orange light they sat in and he stared at it. “Now you know…”
A light touch beneath his chin lifted Alto’s head. Peering into a pair of glittering amethysts, the unicorn couldn't flee from them. “That was so sweet of you!” Harp Hearts squeaked, pulling her friend close.
The stallion’s jaw fell open, surprised with his friend’s reaction. “You aren't upset with me?”
Shaking her head, Harp Hearts answered, “Not even close.” Her ears fell back as the mare squirmed around. “Do you… like me?”
“More,” Alto croaked, his throat choking on emotions. Harp Hearts gasped and her blush brightened. “You mean so much to be. You are the fun, smart, and… the most beautiful mare I have always wanted in my life.” Unable to hide it, the earth pony smiled. She couldn't keep her eyes on him, too flustered than Harp Hearts wanted to admit. So she stared at the rose sticking out of his tuxedo. “And you are more than those things, Harp.” Alto rotated his body, fully facing the mare. “You helped me change. You saw through my sins and knew I was struggling. Despite my horrible character, you didn't give up on me. You are the gust that blew away my sorrow. You are the light I needed in my life. You gave me mercy.” A harsh pressure pressed against Alto’s brain. He finally let Harp Hearts know the truth. But a headache didn't make him worry any less.
“Hehe, the song you wrote for me is starting to make more sense,” Harp Hearts giggled.
“It doesn't matter, though…” Alto scratched the corner of his eye. “You aren't looking for a special somepony anyways.”
Harp Hearts’ smile faded like ice on a skillet. “I should be the one who is sorry, Alto. If I… if I didn't feel the way I do about having a relationship, I would definitely be your girlfriend. I just… need time.”
His rivers were now refilled. Alto’s brows twitched and his lips writhed. Anger and sorrow boiled in his breast, like a thunderstorm during a hot summer day. At the sight of the first tear, Harp Hearts gasped, “Alto!” She pulled him close and nuzzled against the upset stallion. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.”
“No, it's not,” Alto sobbed. It didn't bother him that he was crying in front of Harp Hearts; he’s done it before. What did bother him was the rejection. “I just had to rush in, thinking I had a chance with you now that High Brass was out of the picture! But you looked so scared and… you trust me that much! How could I not?” Alto shook his head, disapproving what he had just done. “It was a stupid idea. I am sorry.”
Harp Hearts pondered her friend’s statement. “Now that I think about it, I agree. You were too hasty. But that does not mean I hate you. And like I said, if I did want to have a boyfriend now I would love to be your special somepony. Doesn't that make you feel somewhat better?” The mare tickled at Alto’s ribs, forcing a smile out of him.
“It does,” he sniffed. Alto tried to wipe his tears, but Harp Hearts beat him to it. Both smiled at one another, flushed in the face. “Why would you want to be my special somepony?” Alto asked.
“Isn't it obvious?” Harp Hearts giggled. “I always talked about you to High Brass and the girls. You are an amazing friend to me. I may not be as colorful with words as you are, but what I can say is you are very handsome, very talented, and very fun to be around. I would not want to pass up an opportunity like this if I wasn’t so mopey right now. However, I honestly think I am underqualified to be your girlfriend. I am nowhere near perfect.”
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Harp Hearts,” Alto reassured.
Looking at the ground, the earth pony’s hold on Alto loosened. “Of course, right now is not the best time for me…” Like a snake slithering back into its home, Harp Hearts retracted her arms. “Thank you for at least telling me the truth, Alto.”
Truth. The word rang in Alto’s ears. High Brass’ mocking face blinked into his mind. Alto couldn't hide it any longer. “No, Harp. I have not told you the truth, or at least, not all of it.”
“What do you mean, Alto?” He looked away from Harp Hearts, not sure if what he said would be believed. Harp Hearts tapped his shoulder. “Alto, is there something you need to tell me?”
He took a deep breath, “How much do you trust me?”
“A lot, of course,” Harp said.
“Would you believe me if… if I told you High Brass had a bigger motive when he asked you out?” A cold breeze bit at Alto's neck, causing him to shiver with intense nervousness.
Harp Hearts shook her head, smiling, “Are you giving in to the rumor against him? Let me guess, you and High Brass do have something against each other.”
Thinking quickly, Alto said, “Th-think about it, Harp. I am not trying to make you feel worse but…” A frustrated sigh left the unicorn. “Yes, I do have more than just something against High Brass." Harp Hearts' brow creased, making it difficult to tell if she was angry or sad. "Again, think hard about that day he asked you to the dance. Please. Remember when I told you I was going to ask a mare to the Hearts and Hooves Formal by singing her a song?”
"Yes," Harp Hearts nodded. "And then High Brass came up and asked you who you wrote it for.”
Alto nodded, “Right! Of course, I was very nervous and didn't want him to interrupt the moment between you and me.”
“Which makes sense why you were so bothered by him that day.” The stress on Harp Heart's eyebrows lifted, a sign Alto wanted to see.
“And then he threw the sudden question if you were going to the dance.” Alto leaned forward, “Doesn't that make you somewhat suspicious? Why all of a sudden he would come up to you and I, ruining a perfect opportunity for me to ask you to the dance? He was up to his mare snatching game. That moment, I think he was testing me, seeing if I would ask you out on the spot to prevent me losing you.” Alto’s mouth lifted slightly, remembering a silly moment. “And when you pushed me out of the classroom, that was his chance.”
Harp Hearts looked across the road, staring into a darkened window of somepony’s home. “Are you saying that High Brass stole me away from you?”
“Because of his hatred against me, there was more of a motive to do so.” The air suddenly felt cold, leaving Alto to shiver beside a body of heat.
Taking in the sharp, freezing air, Harp Hearts sniffed through her nostrils. Coldness stung at her brain. “Do you think… do you think that High Brass lied about everything he said to me?”
Remember his talk with High Brass in the hall, Alto shook his head, “I genuinely believe he did love you. Of course, he then shouted at me, not understanding why you saw anything in me. He also didn't like how you talked about me all the time. This was spoken to me when High Brass and I were in the hallway.”
Bitten to hard by the cold and sadness, Harp Hearts began to quiver. And tear up. Without any hesitation, Alto pulled the pink pony close. Her arms tightened around his torso. “Why didn't you tell me the truth?” she cried, staring into Alto’s brown eyes.
“I was afraid, intimidated…” Alto admitted, “...and I didn't want to ruin your happiness.” Harp Hearts parted her lips, but the stallion brought his hoof to the mare’s snout. She flushed and her grip tightened.
“The day High Brass asked you out, he and Bastion confronted me at my locker. He mocked me for being weak and not having the courage to ask you to the dance. I also retaliated against High Brass by pushing him back after he shoved past me. But then Bastion stood up against me and kicked me in the side.”
Harp Hearts’ mouth dropped open, “I can’t believe that-”
Alto held up a hoof to stop any possible vulgarity that may start flying. “After all that harm was done to me, I didn’t know if you would believe me. Even just as I told you how the rumor about High Brass was true, for a moment, you doubted me.” He shook his head, wondering what would happen if he had told her sooner. “I know you didn't believe me until I had you convinced.”
Harp Hearts swallowed as she stared at Alto’s rose. “I'm sorry I did. I didn't want to believe it. But there is one thing you are wrong about.”
“And that is?”
“You don't have me convinced about High Brass,” Harp Hearts said. “I believe you. And I want to trust my friend more than anything. All I needed was evidence. And you provided enough of it.”
“Thanks,” Alto smiled, blushing at the compliment. It quickly faded like a paintbrush covering dry paint with a new coat. “I also didn't want to ruin your happiness. You were so happy. And I at least wanted to see the one I lo- care about filled with joy.”
Harp Hearts’ mane swayed as she shook her head in disapproval. “Not at the expense of my friend’s happiness does it make me feel happy. Besides, High Brass asked me to the dance in spite of you, yes?”
“I think his confrontation at my locker confirms that,” Alto answered.
“Then you should have told me the truth sooner!” Harp Hearts shook her friend a little. “You must have gone through so much hurt because of him.” A rare expression of anger flared. “That… jerk!” She blinked at Alto. “Is that why you cried onstage? Because of all the hurt you felt?”
The memory made his eyes ache. “Yes,” Alto nodded.
“Oh, Alto…” Her arms ran up the stallion’s back until they reached Alto’s neck. “You didn't have to go through all that for me. The truth is what is important to me. You know this.”
“I do,” Alto admitted, his throat suddenly hurting. He did like seeing Harp Hearts dangle by his neck. A streak of blush brightened on the earth pony. Both Alto and Harp Hearts enjoyed each other's company, no longer hurt by the same stallion.
“Hey Alto, I have an idea…” Harp Hearts whispered.
A surge of joy pumped through the stallion’s heart. “What is it?” Is she changing her mind about having a boyfriend!?
“If and when I get out of my fit of not wanting to have a boyfriend, I will let you know I am ready to be your special somepony.” Harp glanced at the bench, flustered with the suggestion.
As for Alto, it was not something he wanted to hear. “Are you suggesting I wait?”
“You can, but I don’t want to hinder your search for finding another mare.” Harp Hearts shrugged, “Who knows, maybe you will find somepony much more beautiful than me.”
Pondering the possibility, Alto imagined him dating Spearmint. She was the easiest to conjure up, considering he and she made out during the dance. However, something about the possibility bothered him. “What if I do find that special somepony, and at the same time, you get over your bad rap against relationships? What if you find yourself in love with me, but end up being… seconds late to tell me you're ready?”
“It wouldn't be your fault,” Harp Hearts replied.
“But I don't want you to get hurt.” Another scenario plagued Alto, “And what if I grow impatient and ask you to be my girlfriend next week?”
“I will be the one letting you know when I am ready,” Harp Hearts smirked.
A black cloud shrouded above the stallion, realizing the flaws in Harp Hearts’ plan. “Don't you get it? There is a chance things may get awkward between us, or worse! I know I love you. And I know I will grow impatient.” He shook his head. “The last thing I want to do is pester you.” Harp Hearts blinked, silently dangling onto Alto’s neck, like a swing being pushed by a light breeze. “And another thing, Harp: what if you find yourself liking some other stallion while I wait?”
“I wouldn't let that happen if you are still in love with me.”
“How would you know if I was still in love with you when I cannot ask you if you are ready?” Alto asked. Harp Hearts had no reply. I cannot believe I am arguing against her. “Your idea has a lot of holes; holes that either of us can fall into. Besides, I don't want to hold onto a hope that might allow me to be your boyfriend. You and I may be a case of it was never meant to be…”
Harp Hearts swallowed, “Then what should we do?”
Alto looked toward the black sky. “I would rather us stay friends.” I never thought I would say those words. His heart sank, shattering in his stomach.
“N-no!” Harp Hearts argued. “Let’s- let’s be a couple then!”
The words were like honey on the tongue, but Alto knew better than to swallow. “I thought you said you weren't into being in a relationship.”
Harp Hearts pressed her muzzle on her friend’s nose. “But I- feel bad… After all the emotions you spilled for me, I wouldn't want to have all that go to waste!”
“Do not do that to yourself just because I won't get what I want,” Alto countered. “Don't lie to yourself. You know you are not ready for another relationship. And you know you aren't ready for me.” Alto was certain he would at least shed a tear by now, but not a single drop had formed.
Retreating her head back, Harp Hearts’ ears retreated. “I wish I was ready…”
Alto shrugged, “Some things can't be helped.” It dawned onto Alto that he was still clinging onto Harp Hearts. Her warmth was welcoming and friendly. At least her embraces will not go away. “So I will say it again: let us be friends. I don't want to hold onto a possibility. I'd rather have a definite yes or no.”
“Okay,” was all Harp Hearts could muster up. Alto loosened his hold on the pink pony, not wanting to let go, but he knew it was time to do so. However, Harp Hearts pulled down on Alto’s neck. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips sagged. “If this is it between you and me, then… then let me at least give you something to compensate for everything you have done for me!”
Trusting her neck forward, Harp Hearts pressed her lips against Alto’s mouth. Her pull against his neck was almost painful, but the stallion didn't care. His body shivered with adrenaline, surprised by the sudden action. Alto watched Harp Hearts, observing her closed eyes. One last time, Alto fell in love with the beautiful mare. And he closed his eyes, to enjoy a temporary dream along with the earth pony he will never love the same again.
Author's Note
So much has happened! And yet so much more is to come! For anyone liking my story, how do you like it so far?
“Have a good rest of the evening!” Harp Hearts called, waving at Alto.
“I'll tell you how cleanup goes tomorrow!” the stallion replied back.
“And if you see High Brass, tell him he, you, and I need to talk!”
“I doubt he will want to talk to me, considering how much he hates me!” Alto rounded the picket fence, seeing Harp Hearts’ father tower over her. Alto chuckled, remembering how her dad reacted to hearing what High Brass did to his daughter. The words Harp Hearts’ father had spoken were… far from kind.
The stallion turned the corner of his friend’s block, and Harp Hearts was out of sight. But she was not out of mind, along with the evening Alto just had. From crying on stage, to making out with Spearmint, to confessing his love to Harp Hearts, Alto tried to grasp onto anything positive. The only good he could conjure up was how Harp Hearts broke up with High Brass.
Too bad the good was overshadowed by negativity. Alto had always wanted to kiss Harp Hearts, but now it left a bitter taste on his lips. And gave him a headache.
After their kissing was concluded, the two resumed their walk to Harp Hearts’ home. On the way, she asked Alto if he saw High Brass later this evening to tell him that he, Alto, and herself need to talk. It did make Alto squirm, knowing he will have some guilty pleasure in watching Harp Hearts scold him.
The cold air whisked at the unicorn’s ear, tickling the hairs with a chilly nibble. Alto gave a shake of the head, his brain bouncing off the hollow space in his skull. He snorted, knowing High Brass was to blame for the obnoxious cramp. Alto wondered what the rich pony was up to. Probably crying to one of his marefriends; maybe even ran home.
Harp Hearts’ rescuer rushed into Alto’s mind. The orange pegasus she described, coming in the nick of time. Maybe he beat High Brass up. If Alto did come to learn that such a fate would happen to the rich stallion, Alto would feel no sympathy. High Brass hurt him; he deserves pain as well.
The lack of ponies in the Canterlot streets made Alto’s fur stand up. He was thankful for walking Harp Hearts home, the mare safe from any more harm. Not wanting to be more alone than he already is, the unicorn picked up the pace. Quiet minutes seemed like hours and Alto was hoping he wouldn't bump into anypony until he arrived at the high school. A loud whistle from afar tore through the air. Alto’s ear turned toward the noise, wondering who was trying to wake the entire kingdom.
Something smashed against the ground, glass no doubt. Alto stopped in his tracks, knowing the sound came from the alley just ahead of him. The unicorn took no chance to cross the alley’s path directly and ran across the street. At least he can get a good look at what he hopes to be nothing more than a rat trying to steal a bottle of champagne.
At a passing glance, Alto saw a body of ponies standing down the alley, all facing away from the streets. “Give him another kick,” a stallion ordered. From his view, Alto noticed a body lying on the cold cobblestone ground. Adrenaline took control of the pony and forced him to run.
“Who’s that!?” somepony shouted. The unicorn’s heart pounded in his throat, knowing pursuers were on his tail. He tried to call for help, but his lungs were too busy with heavy breathing.
A black streak darted past the stallion, and with a sudden halt, an orange pegasus stood before Alto with a hard stare. The stallion looked over the runner with red eyes, ready to set Alto on fire with his stare alone. “Well, isn't this a surprise.”
Hooves knocked on the ground behind Alto. He didn't bother to look around; he was surrounded. Alto didn't try and hide the fact he was scared. The air grew more and more cold around him. “I-I… I don't mean to cause trouble…” he spoke through chattering teeth.
“Hold on…” a stallion spoke from behind Alto. “Is that- Alto?” A white mask drifted into Alto’s peripheral. Cold fear ran through his body, seeing the facade frown at him. “Holy hay, it is!”
“No way! Really?”
“Well, isn't he in for a surprise.”
“W-what surprise?” Alto asked. “And how do you know me?” Strength found its way into Alto’s muscles and he turned around to face the ponies around him.
Three figures surrounded Alto, each one of them wore a black jumpsuit. Their mane, ears, and tail were tucked away inside their outfits. A drama mask covered their faces, hiding their identities from Alto’s eyes. That is, all but one.
Alto faced the orange pegasus and asked, “Where is your mask?”
“I don't need one…” the pegasus answered. The bright fur color made Alto mentally name him Orange. “To answer your other questions,” Orange continued, “it is a surprise that you of all ponies were to come stumbling onto this street, considering what we were doing.” Orange flashed a wicked smile, his teeth as sharp as his words. Alto wished the pegasus was wearing a mask, for he was frightened by the pegasus' expression alone. Alto thought about the pony he saw lying in the alleyway and wondered if he, too, was going to be accompanying their punching bag.
“As for your second question,” the pony with the frowning mask spoke, “we know you because of the drama surrounding you.” Alto named him and the others based on their mask’s expression. “We are on your side,” Frown concluded.
It didn't make Alto feel any less intimidated. The masked ponies knew him; and he knows they are not going to simply let him walk off, despite them being possible allies. “Did one of you say I would be in for a surprise?”
Smile bounced, “Do we!” He spun around, gesturing Alto to follow. Orange shoved Alto from behind, answering from him.
“Hey, there is no need to do that to him…” Neutral said. “He's gone through enough.”
“You have no idea what type of night I had to go through,” Alto responded as the evening’s memories flooded his brain. But it quickly faded away, and Alto needed to focus on the present. “I assume you want to show me the pony you all have beating up.”
Smile spun around, and pressed his mask against Alto’s nose. “Trust me, you will be glad to see him suffering.”
“Who’s hi-” Alto’s eyes widened, “You don't mean…” He ran toward the alley, not wanting to believe it was who they were referring to.
Two ponies stood in the alley, one wearing a mask with just a mouth, while the other’s mask only had eyes. Alto dubbed them Eyeless and Mouthless. How Eyeless managed to see, Alto couldn’t tell. Maybe to only listen to their victim’s moaning and not see the violence he and his group were committing. At their hooves, High Brass was lying still in a fetal position, trembling on the cobblestone ground.
High Brass flinched when his eyes met Alto. He mumbled something, but it was choked by the rag over his mouth. High Brass’ golden outfit was torn in several places and his mane looked like a messy lawn. Several purple bruises spotted the rich pony’s face and other parts of his body that were visible.
Alto’s wish had come true. The stallion he despised was now on the ground. Beaten. Bruised. Broken. But the bruises on High Brass’ face reminded Alto of himself. Alto blinked and found himself looking in a mirror. His reflection leered back, expressing nothing but anger and frustration. He blinked again and returned to reality, looking down at High Brass. The rich pony gave the same leer Alto’s reflection was showing. And Alto couldn’t help feel sorry for High Brass.
“Isn't this great!” Smile asked, awaking Alto from his daydreaming. Smile skipped over to High Brass before bucking the rich pony’s stomach. Alto couldn't bare to watch High Brass writhe in agony. He looked back, watching Orange, Neutral, and Frown enter the alley, blocking any chance of an escape.
“Why the long face,” Orange asked. “You look more bothered than him, ” Orange gestured to High Brass. Alto didn't want to look back at High Brass’ beaten body. High Brass grunted in pain again, and Alto winced at the sound.
“I did want somepony to give High Brass a good blow to the head,” Alto admitted. However, he was bothered that High Brass had to hear him; some thoughts are meant for nopony to hear. And because the reality was more than a fantasy, the unicorn was not sure if this is what he wanted. “Was taking him down an alley and…” Alto gathered all the strength he had to look at High Brass’ bruised body. “...doing this to him necessary?”
“You should be grateful for me, Alto,” Orange grumbled, stomping over to the unicorn. “I saved Harp Hearts from him.” A flame sparked in Alto’s breast, his expression turning hot. Orange grinned, scanning his eyes over Alto’s face. “You should have seen what High Brass did to Harp Hearts. You should have heard how much he hates you.” Alto stared down at High Brass as Orange began to poison the unicorn’s ear. “When he grabbed Harp Hearts’ wrist, refusing for her to leave, she looked so frightened. I remember hearing how scared she sounded when she pleaded him to let go.”
Neutral walked over to High Brass and pressed his hoof on the rich pony’s cheek; Alto didn't flinch as he watched his enemy squeeze a few tears. “What would you have done if your dearest friend, the mare you sung your heart out to, cried for help?”
Alto stood in silent thought, his eyes dancing to every mask facing him, and then to High Brass. “I would run to her rescue.” The rich pony whined as Neutral pressed down harder.
Orange began to circle Alto. “And what would you have done to her aggressor if you were there?”
“I don't know,” Alto answered.
A wooden beam tapped Alto on the shoulder. “Use this,” Frown suggested. “We can still find out. High Brass is right there after all,” he pointed with the rod.
All attention was on him. High Brass’ eyes darted between the beam and Alto as the unicorn grabbed the weapon. Neutral stepped off of High Brass, giving himself some space between Alto and the rod. Faceless and Mouthless backed up as well, not wanting to get hit if Alto comes out swinging.
“Just don't kill him,” Orange spoke, the others laughing a little.
High Brass tried to show no fear in his eyes, peering up at Alto. However, both ponies knew how afraid High Brass was. The rich pony mumbled something, probably insulting the unicorn.
Alto closed his eyes, allowing every sin High Brass had committed unto him flood his brain. Harp Hearts’ tear-stained cheeks. Bastion kicking him in the hallway. High Brass and Harp Hearts dancing together. Alto’s indignation was flared and he finally met High Brass’ eyes with his own.
The unicorn stood on his back legs, clenching the beam in a hard vice. In one swift movement, Alto rose the rod into the air, and swung it down toward High Brass’ skull.
***
The key twisted in Alto’s hoof, unlocking the door with a soft “shlunk.” Despite nopony living in his estate, the stallion kept his steps silent. He turned on the light, closed the door, placed his key on the counter, and put his violin case in the closet before lobbing himself onto his bed. Alto would normally not want to waste electricity, but after everything he had just done, the stallion would rather keep the light on. He grasped his body pillow, snuggling against the soft sponge of cotton.
I wonder how Harp Hearts will react when she hears about what had happened to High Brass…
Breakfast was usually a more social event for Alto when others were over for breakfast, especially with Harp Hearts. Instead, she and Sentinel, the pony who accompanied her, remained quiet as Alto told them of the previous night’s events.
Alto offered his friend a plate of pancakes before he started explaining his story, but Harp Hearts kindly declined, more hungry to hear his frightening endeavor. Sentinel sat on the couch, away from the two ponies. He scribbled down notes, his pupils staring hard on the parchment.
Harp Hearts sat close to Alto, her hoof firmly holding onto his own. Her comfort was appreciated, but the warmth was not enough of a distraction to how Alto felt about his decision to leave High Brass behind; all because Orange threatened to harm Harp Hearts.
A forkful of pancakes levitated into Alto’s mouth. Sweet flavors danced on the stallion’s tongue. A temporary distraction.
“I'm sorry you had to make that choice,” Harp Hearts said, leaning into the caramel pony. “It must have been very scary to be in a situation like that…”
Alto sighed out of his nostrils, his teeth breaking down the food with hard bites. “More than you know…” Alto admitted.
Sentinel concluded his last sentence with a harsh tap, ending it with a strong period. “There was nothing that you could have done,” Sentinel spoke.
“I know…” Harp Heart’s soft cheek settled on Alto’s shoulder. “It's funny. When I saw High Brass beaten on the ground, I tried to hate him. I just… couldn't.”
Harp Hearts blinked at Alto, “How come?”
“I saw a little of myself.”
“What do you mean?”
His fork stabbed into a small piece of pancake. “The bruises on his face were a reflection of my past. He looked lost. Just like I was. Lost to the evil of self-frustration and hatred.” Alto levitated the fork, watching the overly-saturated slice drip thick syrup. “Maybe he and I are one in the same.”
“No, you are not!” Harp Hearts furrowed her brow. “Now is not the time to beat yourself up.”
“Don't tell my sister this,” Sentinel spoke up.
“I wouldn't say whatever you want to say.” Alto gave the shoulder Harp Hearts was resting on a little wiggle. “Miss Likes to Share Secrets here will slip up.” A rebellious hoof tickled the unicorn's ribs.
“I'll say it anyways. High Brass did have it coming to him.” Harp Hearts gave Sentinel a not-so-friendly stare. “I mean, what happened to him was horrible, but karma was eventually going to bite back.”
“Karma did have a nice debut when your sister showed up,” Alto smiled.
***
Alto froze when we saw a black shadow of a body clinging to the building’s wall. Bastion’s furious eyes bore into the unicorn’s face, the mare hushing a quiet “shh,” demanding that she must not be detected just yet. Alto tried his best to not move his head but was able to move his eyes. He looked down to see a brick in Bastion’s dark-purple hoof. A wave of relief and fear brushed the hairs of Alto’s neck. He pondered the thought if he actually went through with assaulting High Brass… and Bastion was to know about it. The reality of what could have been would have most likely involved the brick clutched by Bastion. At least Alto didn't have to worry about being intimate with the blazed brick of clay.
“Having a hard time walking away?” Orange asked from behind. Alto took a deep breath and closed his eyes before turning back toward the alley. He wouldn't want his eyes to look at Bastion and blow her cover.
Alto saw everypony he had just left behind stare back at him. “I…” he muttered, anticipating Bastion to strike at any moment. “Just… promise Harp Hearts will not be involved…”
“Just don't give me a reason to,” Orange responded. The pegasus eyed Neutral, then nodded, “Go make sure our friend makes it around the block. And be sure no pony is around the corner. Specifically to the left.”
Alto knew that Bastion’s cover was blown and couldn't resist looking back at her direction. But when he expected to see the purple pegasus, she was gone. “No pony is here,” Alto said and he wondered if his mind was playing tricks on him.
Neutral passed Alto, bat in hoof, prepared to attack any potential bystanders. Neutral looked to the left, the right, and up. “He's right. No pony is near.” Neutral turned back toward Orange and said, “I’ll watch Alto walk fro-”
A loud ‘clank’ echoed in the dark as a brick smacked on Neutral’s skull, the force splitting the hard brick in half. The bat Neutral was holding fell to the ground, bouncing with freedom in each bound. Alto stood frozen, watching Neutral crumble to the ground. Where is Bastion?
“We've been found!” Mouthless exclaimed. Alto smirked at the irony. A black figure leaped from the rooftops and into the ally, grabbing Neutral’s dropped bat.
“Yes, you have…” Bastion scowled, eying the one who bore no mask.
Alto couldn't help himself and yelled, “Let them have it! They threatened Harp Hearts!”
Like a trained platoon, each mask bearer surrounded High Brass while Orange stood front and center. “Take him away, now!” Orange ordered. “Or your lives will be ruined!”
“You won't have one before sunrise…” Bastion proclaimed at Orange. “That is unless you surrender.”
“Is that a threat?” Orange asked, his grin mocking the guardspony.
Bastion ignored the quip and her eyes met with every pony standing around High Brass. “I may not know any of you. But what I do know is you all have some obscene hatred for High Brass. You have been caught. Throw down your masks as a sign of surrender, and your punishments will be less severe.”
Despite how Orange maintained his cocky smile, Alto could tell the pegasus was pushed into a corner. “Are you done with your heroic speech?” Orange asked. Bastion didn't reply. She and Alto continued to stare at Orange and the masked ponies. Orange shook his head, “You have no idea who you are dealing with.” Alto looked down at High Brass through the legs of the masked ponies, wondering how the rich pony would be rescued.
“Neither do you,” Bastion responded. She then smiled, “And I'm not talking about me.” She pointed with her bat at Frown, shaking in place. Alto was curious about Frown’s behavior and tried to understand what got him so spooked.
Orange looked over his shoulder, still on edge with the pony before him. “What are you so scared about?” His voice only made Frown rattle even more. “Just do what I say and nothing will become of you.”
“Y-you said we wouldn't get caught…” Frown spoke. Alto couldn't help but feel slightly sorry for him but was glad Frown and the others were facing justice.
Orange grunted in frustration, “Not everything goes according to plan. All I did was use convincing words towards you and the others.”
Bastion leaned in towards Alto as Orange and the others talked among one another, “Be thankful you chose not to harm High Brass. Otherwise, you would be in their horseshoes as well. And I would not have hesitated to strike you down.”
“I'm sorry you can’t fulfill the fantasy of pummeling me into the ground,” Alto smirked, thinking now would be a good time to try and make light of the current situation.
With their small talking session over, Alto and Bastion faced the criminals again. “But I didn't agree with how you went about threatening Alto and Harp Hearts,” Smile argued. “That was going too far.”
“Too far?!” Orange yelled. “Have you forgotten what you all have done tonight? You just assisted with fillynapping a rich pony and assaulted him!” Orange’s pause was deafening. “Face the facts! You are all criminals!”
Eyeless stepped forward, tore off his mask, and shouted, “Unlike you, none of us are changelings, you freak!”
Alto took a step back, shocked at how Eyeless showed his light-green face, and was even more astonished, understanding why Orange was not wearing a mask. “I-it makes sense…” he shivered. Alto looked at High Brass, wondering if the rich pony knew about Orange’s true facade. The unicorn noticed High Brass was not staring at Orange, but at Faceless.
“Is that true, High Brass?” Bastion called. “Did any of them mention this fact? That he is a changeling?”
“Mhmm!” the beaten pony mumbled as loud as he could.
Orange retaliated against High Brass and kicked him in the head. “Damn you all!”
The action sent Bastion careening toward Orange with the speed of a Wonderbolt. Orange jumped into the air in an attempt to flee, and the purple pegasus gave chase.
No longer held down by authority, the masked ponies began to talk among themselves. “We need to run,” Smile ordered.
“But what about-”
Mouthless was cut off by Frown. “You heard what the changeling said. We are criminals. All we can do now is run.” Every mask bearer faced Alto with their only given expression, save for Eyeless. “I don't expect you to stop us.”
Alto didn't want the assaulters to escape, but he was no hero. He was only a musician. “No, I won't.” The unicorn put on the most serious expression he could muster. “But remember this: you not only put yourselves at risk but myself and Harp Hearts. You will be held accountable for this if something happens to me or her. Understand?”
Nopony answered with words. They only nodded. As a group, they moved as one and approached Alto. Smile picked up Neutral before jogging off with the rest of his group.
With nopony left to stop Alto, he briskly walked over to High Brass and removed his bindings and gag. High Brass moved very little, perhaps too sore from the beatings he endured. He laid on his belly, keeping his eyes on the ground. “Th- th- Thank you…” Alto just stared down at the humiliated pony, not sure what to say to High Brass.
“After the changeling was apprehended, High Brass and I were confronted by authority,” Alto spoke, his story slowly approaching its end. “I was escorted to the school to grab my violin by a Canterlot guard while High Brass was taken elsewhere. When I arrived to the school, Spearmint and the other mares approached me and flung their questions at me, like ‘what happened between High Brass and Harp Hearts,’ ‘where is High Brass,’ ‘where I was,’ and ‘did Bastion find me?’” Alto looked at Sentinel and asked, “By the way, how did your sister know to come looking for High Brass?”
The pegasus pursed his lips, “I think it was… Maple Leaf who called Bastion.” Alto wondered if Maple Leaf was related to Spearmint.
“But how did she call for Bastion?” Alto asked. “Unless there is an invention of the instant scroll message I am unaware of, I find it hard to believe Maple Leaf called for your sister.”
“She probably did the secret whistle,” Harp Hearts spoke up.
“‘Secret whistle?’” Alto repeated.
“I told you last night!” she said, a little too enthusiastic for letting out a secret. “Remember? When we were walking to the dance last night? I said that High Brass has a secret whistle to call Bastion.”
Alto tried to look at his brows as he began thinking. “I think I remember hearing you say something like that.”
“Did you hear something like this last night?” Sentinel asked. Before taking in a breath of air, the guard warned, “It will be loud.” Alto and Harp Hearts had time to prepare for the loud whistle. When Sentinel fweeted, Alto winced at the high-pitched call. As his ears rung, the unicorn remembered the night before after he walked Harp Hearts home. A loud whistle tore through the night, and the stallion wondered if somepony was trying to wake the kingdom.
“Yes, I did hear that same whistle,” Alto said.
Sentinel nodded, “That is what called my sister.”
Harp Hearts leaned in toward her friend. “I can do the call, too.” The mare whistled in Alto’s ear, taking the stallion off guard.
“Ow!” Alto complained. “Why did you do that?”
“I just wanted to show that I know it as well,” she smiled.
As the unicorn rubbed his hurting ear, he asked Sentinel, “If it is High Brass’ ‘secret call,’ why do you, Harp Hearts, and Maple Leaf know about it?”
“Considering how Harp Hearts has already let you in on the secret…” Sentinel started, giving the mare a bothered look. The mare blushed and looked a little ashamed, but Alto knew Harp Hearts couldn’t hold in a secret for too long. “...I will explain why several ponies know about it. High Brass invented the whistle to call to my sister whenever she is away. It didn’t bother High Brass to leave Bastion at his estate because he knew if he was in danger, he would just whistle.” Sentinel creased his brow, “The fillynappers must have known about High Brass’ secret call, which is why they gagged him.”
“High Brass sure made himself a hoofful of enemies,” Alto admitted. “I’m just glad Orange was caught. We wouldn’t want another changeling mucking about the kingdom, now would we?”
“I agree,” Sentinel nodded. “We also managed to capture all the ponies fleeing from the scene.” Sentinal closed his notepad, no longer needing his tool.
Harp Hearts chimed in, “Were… any of the fillynappers from our school?” Sentinel hesitated to answer. Alto noticed the guard’s action which confirmed Harp’s question without words. The only thing Sentinel could do was allow the teenagers to figure out the answer.
“I can tell you their names,” Sentinal said.
“I’d rather not know…” Alto admitted. “How is High Brass?” he asked, changing the focus in an instant.
“Very well,” Sentinel nodded. “He is at his estate being tended to by his nurses. However, I couldn't get near High Brass. Ever since last night, Bastion has been very protective over him. Even the nurses have difficulty tending to him without Bastion intimidating them.”
“That is very sweet of her,” Harp Hearts said with a simple nod and smile.
“I remember last night when High Brass and I were in that alley and Bastion arrived at the scene,” Alto said. He looked observed Sentinel’s dark blue fur and cyan mane, seeing the similarities of the two siblings. “She wouldn't stop telling High Brass ‘It’s over’ as she practically cradled him.” Alto leaned back on the couch and let out a heavy sigh, “It’s funny. I thought I would be somewhat glad to see him in pain. But I couldn’t help but feel bad for him.”
“Do you still hate High Brass after last night?” Sentinel asked. All sympathy Alto was feeling for the rich pony quickly evaporated.
“I know I said I forgave him,” the unicorn replied. He saw Harp Hearts stare at him in his peripheral, carefully reading his lips. “But I still don't like him at all.”
“And I don't blame you, Alto,” Harp Hearts commented. “And I don't like him either; not for what he did to me, or what he did to you.” Her hoof gripped the couch’s arm. “I just… can't believe he did everything to hurt you.”
Warmth flared in Alto’s breast, happy to see his friend fueled by righteous fury. “He did try to protect you,” Alto added, knowing that would only irritate the earth pony even more.
Harp Hearts snorted, “If he knew any better, he would see how close you and I are as friends.” Two amethyst irises stared into Alto’s soul. “No matter what level of friendship we have, no pony will force us apart.”
Alto couldn't help but flush. “I'm glad you feel that way.”
The sound of paper being flipped brought Alto’s and Harp Hearts’ attention to Sentinel. His eyes darted around his notes, flipping to the next until there were no more to observe. “I think my work here is done.” Sentinel stood and looked at Harp Hearts. “And as for you and your friend, I think it's time for you both to head over to High Brass’ estate.”
Alto looked at his friend and asked, “What does he mean by that?”
“Isn't it obvious?” Harp Hearts replied, her expression unreadable. “For us to sit down and talk with High Brass.”
***
Alto was imagining High Brass to have a property to be claiming one-tenth of Canterlot with tall hedges and a golden gate at the entrance; a typical rich pony’s fancy palace. Instead, the property was only slightly larger than the other homes around it. A silver colored door gate was held by a tall snow-white wall. The home’s border towered over Alto as he looked through the gate, seeing a tall manner sitting in the center of a large yard. A guard sitting at his post gave Sentinel an approving nod before opening the gate. Harp Hearts continued to stare at the many get well gifts sent for High Brass leaning against the wall. It was no surprise that word spread about the filllynapping and assault of one of the richest ponies in Canterlot.
The unicorn gave his friend a comforting squeeze on the shoulder. Both could only fathom what High Brass had to endure the last twelve hours. Of course, Alto was having mixed feelings about visiting the wrong-doing pony. Checking up on High Brass was something Alto didn’t mind doing. It was the “talk” Harp Hearts and he were about to have.
Harp Hearts was the one who insisted to go over the day after the dance. Even after hearing the unfortunate news, the mare needed to discuss with High Brass about everything. Alto suggested the talk should wait a few days; part of him didn’t want to beat High Brass anymore than he already endured.
The other side of Alto still abhorred every action High Brass committed against him. It was his fault Alto had to lose every chance to be with Harp Hearts. And Alto wanted to see High Brass admit to everything that he had done.
“Shall we?” Sentinel asked the two friends. Alto had to pry his eyes from the gifts and attempted to seek the anger he still had bottled up.
Harp Hearts took a deep breath before answering, “I think so.”
Alto could see stress boring down on the mare. “If you don’t want to go-”
“I need to do this,” she said, shaking her head. “I need clarity.” On the way to the manner, Harp Hearts explained her constant tossing and turning as she slept. She complained about how she couldn’t get over High Brass’ lies, causing sleep to evade her for hours. Perhaps preventing Harp Hearts from seeing the rich pony would only cause her more discomfort. No longer wanting to stand outside, Sentinel gestured the teenagers to follow.
Upon entering the large home, Alto observed the lovely decorated home, envious of not the wealth, but of the many family portraits of High Brass and his family; a few pictures had Bastion in them as well. She must be considered a family member. All of the portraits bore happy faces. Despite High Brass’ treachery, the home he lived in seemed lively and happy. What would cause him to hate Alto and other stallions so much if High Brass lives in a nice looking home? A possible question for Alto can ask.
Sentinal lead Harp Hearts and Alto to the third floor and the three went into the Infirmary. Several mares from High Brass’ group mingled around High Brass, one of them being Spearmint. Nurses hovered around the room, readying themselves for the rich pony’s orders. Bastion sat beside the beaten rich pony, a rare smile bore on her face. Bastion was the first to notice her brother, then Alto and Harp Hearts. Her stare alerted the others, including the nurses, and all attention was on the new visitors.
“Is Harp Hearts here?” High Brass asked. Alto saw Bastion stare at Harp Hearts with bitter intent. All he could do is wonder why the guard is looking at his friend in such a way.
“Alto is also present,” Sentinel responded.
“I suppose Harp Hearts brought him along to have that talk Alto mentioned.” High Brass cleared his throat before saying, “Everypony but Harp Hearts, Bastion, and Alto, please leave us to talk alone.”
Nurses and friends alike made for the exit, passing glances between Alto and Harp Hearts. Spearmint paused before leaving, thanking Alto for the night before. He nodded, glad his comfort giving was appreciated.
As the two teenagers approached High Brass, Sentinel walked to his sister and hoofed over the notepad he possessed.
“Here is his testament you wanted,” Alto heard Sentinel say. Bastion fanned through it, almost disinterested in what was written.
“Just make sure this is used to prosecute the criminals as harshly as possible!” Bastion spoke through her teeth. Alto swallowed, still plagued by the possible reality of him going through with harming High Brass. He would have lost everything. Harp Hearts. His parents’ love, regardless of how little there may be. His future. His-
“Please, Sentinel, leave us be,” High Brass spoke with a sigh. The rich pony’s words returned Alto to reality; a reality that best suited him. Instead of putting up any argument, Sentinel simply left, giving Alto a shoulder pat before leaving. A sign for wishing good luck perhaps. “You two can sit down wherever you like.” Harp Hearts and Alto took a seat at a bed next to High Brass’ while Bastion remained still, except for her eyes hardened on Harp Hearts.
The pink pony looked more nervous than before she and her friend entered the ward. A mix of sadness and anger twitched in her brow. Alto placed a supporting hoof on Harp Hearts’ wrist to show he gave her his support.
To everypony’s surprise, Bastion was the first to speak, “This is all your fault, Harp Hearts.” Bastion gestured to her weakened employer and frowned at him.
Harp Hearts almost spat. “How is this my fault!” Alto had to grip a little tighter to try and calm his heated friend. But that only made matters worse. She retreated her hoof and held it to her breast, a pang of fear clinging to the pink mare’s face. The unicorn was stunned, not sure what to make of Harp Hearts’ attitude. Harp Hearts reset herself and frowned, “I’m sorry, Alto… I didn’t mean to- to swipe you away like that…” She gestured to her shoulder. “You can touch here. Just not my wrist, please.”
Then Alto remembered how the night before High Brass grabbed her wrist and refused to let her leave. Alto didn't have any issue with the request and placed his hoof on Harp Hearts’ shoulder. “I understand,” he said.
Through his black eye, High Brass blinked at Harp Hearts. “How badly did I scare you last night?”
Instead of answering the question, the mare shook her head, “Before we talk about… everything, I want to ask how you are feeling?”
High Brass smiled, “I was expecting for you to come in here and yell at me.” The grin quickly faded. “I don’t deserve any of your kindness.”
“You don’t,” Alto spoke. Harp Hearts and High Brass showed no surprise at Alto’s words, but Bastion did. Before Bastion could leer any longer, Alto said, “But Harp Hearts and I are willing to give it anyways.” In his peripheral, Alto saw Harp Hearts nod in agreement.
“You were also my boyfriend,” Harp Hearts added. “I still care about you, but not in the way you’d hope, I’m sure.”
“At least there is some care about me,” High Brass said. “That’s all that matters to me.” He sighed, “To answer your question, Harp Hearts, I am feeling quite dreadful. Despite how my friends came to cheer me up, and I do love their support, nothing can compare to the thoughts that still plague me even now.”
“That makes two of us,” Harp Hearts responded.
“Three…” Alto quietly included himself.
“...four…” Bastion whispered.
It was difficult for anypony to muster up any strength to speak up. Alto was beginning to wonder if talking to High Brass in his current state was a poor decision. New wounds should mend first before creating more, Alto thought.
“Now can you answer my question, Harp Hearts?” High Brass asked again. “How badly did I frighten you?” The mare closed her eyes, digesting the question. Alto watched his friend shutter and clench her eyelids.
Harp Hearts cracked her eyes ever so slightly to look at High Brass. “A lot…” she finally answered.
A frustrated puff of air escaped High Brass’ nostrils. “I'm so sorry Harp Hearts. I'm so sorry I did that to you.”
Alto only found the apology lacking. “Are you sorry for what you did to me?” he asked.
“Yes,” Harp Hearts agreed. “Are you sorry for hurting my friend?” High Brass parted his lips to speak, but the mare cut him off. “And don't lie to me. You did that once and that made me doubt you. I'd refrain from doing it again.” The rich pony looked at Alto as if to ask for help. But Alto would not grant him any freedom. He wanted High Brass to confess.
“I'm… I'm sorry, Alto…”
“For what?” Alto grumbled. It was the confession Alto wanted to hear before Harp Hearts, but more needed to be said. “I forgave you. Now tell us everything.” Alto was planning on giving his sympathy to the hurt pony. But that was after High Brass confessed.
“For… for stealing Harp Hearts away from you…” High Brass admitted. Harp Hearts gasped a little, the truth now understood.
“And…?” Alto asked.
“For mocking you.”
“And?”
“For insulting you.”
“And!”
“Alto,” Harp Hearts said in a quiet, yet sharp voice. The mare’s amethyst eyes settled on her friend, bringing her hoof to his shoulder. Alto simmered down his frustrated mood before returning the focus to High Brass.
“For ruining your chances with her,” High Brass concluded. “You did say I ruined your chances with her last night when I was tied up, did you not?”
Alto closed his eyes to block out everypony looking at him. “Yes, I did,” he said. He was glad High Brass had fully apologized, even if the rich pony didn't mean a word of it. The words were said and High Brass was the one acknowledging his sins. That's what mattered.
But the reality of Alto’s tarnished chances with Harp Hearts still stung. And High Brass, intentionally or not, had to remind Alto was going to have nothing more than a close friendship with Harp Hearts.
“I'm sorry too, Alto,” Harp Hearts imputed.
The stallion opened his eyes and shook his head, “You are not the one at fault of anything.” His words gave no aid to Harp Hearts and her ears retreated into her pink and white curls.
“He is right,” High Brass agreed. Bastion stared down at him, looking like she wants to give him a supportive kiss. “You were only caught in the crossfire of this war I started.”
“And I was hit in the process,” said Harp Hearts, her brows creasing. “But you were the one who took every chance to hurt Alto as he stood by and kept quiet about everything.” Harp Hearts swallowed, then squeaked, “How could you?”
High Brass did nothing to hide the truth; a good sign of admitting defeat and humility. “I saw nothing redeeming about him.” The slightest adjustment to his head made him grunt in pain as High Brass faced Alto.
“D-don't move,” Bastion complained. “You'll hurt yourself.”
“I've been through worse,” he politely argued back and Alto could agree with High Brass. Alto saw the rich pony in pain the night before. However, Alto only saw the least of the beating. “Be honest with me, Alto. Were you aware of your angry ways before Harp Hearts came into your life?”
“This talk is not about him!” Harp Hearts argued. Alto couldn't argue that and saw no problem in answering the question.
“Relax, Harp Hearts,” Alto responded to his angered friend. “He just wants to know.” He then grinned, “Don't be such a hotheaded stallion. That's my job.”
A small smile wiggled its way on Harp Hearts’ lips as she rolled her eyes. High Brass on the other hoof let out a hysterical laugh, startling everypony. “Oh, Celestia! That was a good one!” Bastion was guilty of smiling as well, but she was only smiling at High Brass. It took High Brass a moment to collect himself before saying, “Now that's making light of yourself.”
“Sometimes you need to tease yourself in order to make somepony laugh,” Alto smiled. “Before we deviate too far from our discussion, I would like to answer your question.”
“Indeed,” High Brass agreed.
With all joy finally exhausted, Alto began to remember his past. The anger he held when somepony would perform below or even above average. He recalled making a mare cry one day, continuously saying her trumpeting was too average. The more he thought about the pony he once was, the more he began to hate himself. “I was…” Alto finally answered. “And I did give my apologies when I did lash out. Of course, I would then go home and give myself a good thrashing for being an ass.”
The moment a depressed sigh escaped his nostrils, Harp Hearts gave the stallion a supportive hug. “But you now are a better pony.”
Alto did nothing to hug Harp Hearts back, his feelings for her have not yet extinguished. Her affection only made him sadder. “Only because of you.”
“Why were you like that? High Brass asked, giving no time for grieving.
“My parents…” Alto answered. He didn't attempt to hide any emotions and frowned, remembering their strict rule of perfection. A picture of a young High Brass and most likely his mother rested across the room. Both ponies were looking at one another with smiles, as mothers and sons normally do. Alto looked at the picture, a pang of jealousy biting down on his heart.
“Do you believe your parents don't love you?” High Brass asked.
“Of course they love me,” Alto replied. “But it’s how they treated me that makes me dislike them.” Alto wanted to say more, but his voice was caught. The memories were starting to get to him, and yet, he wanted to make light of the situation again. “Funny how we were going to talk about you and your attitude, and now here we are talking about my past.”
“Whether or not how last night was going to turn out, I was very curious as to why you were the way you were,” High Brass said. “In other words, it was inevitable that I would ask you about your past.”
Alto faced his friend, “I'm surprised Miss Tell Everypony Everything didn't mention it to you.”
“I don't tell everypony everything !” Harp Hearts argued, playfully shoving the unicorn. “I just didn't want to make High Brass sad because of your sad story. The moment just never came up.”
“Perhaps High Brass avoided asking you about my past?” Alto wondered. Harp Hearts and he looked at High Brass, expecting him to answer their question.
“I honestly wanted to avoid knowing anything about you most of the time,” High Brass said. His words made Harp Hearts’ brows crease. “You wanted the truth, right?” he asked, but High Brass’ voice told Alto he didn't want to admit it to her. “Besides, you probably figured I didn't want to know much about Alto because I didn't like you talking about him almost every second.”
“But now I don't have to figure anything,” Harp Hearts said, still pinning her brows in a harsh bend. Even though Alto knew High Brass had no liking to him before, it still upset the unicorn to hear the details.
“I still wondered, though,” High Brass admitted. “I still pondered about your past, Alto. And now I want to know. That is if you wish to tell me.”
“I will tell you if you tell me why you hate stallions so much,” Alto said. High Brass’ eyes widened, stunned by the statement. “Is that too much to ask for?”
High Brass leaned his head into his pillow and stared at the blank white ceiling. “No stallion has ever asked me to do that before.”
“Do what?” Harp Hearts asked, glancing at Alto, then at High Brass. For once, High Brass was too much invested in focusing in on Alto, a stallion.
“This may come as a shock, Alto,” High Brass began, “but I have respect for you.” The compliment almost left Alto in shellshock, but it did stun him nonetheless. “First, you take the advice of your friend and change your unhealthy lifestyle. Then, after everything I did to you, you forgave me in that dark alley. It probably took a lot of strength to hold back on hurting me.”
Alto blinked at the beaten pony. “When I saw you on the ground, it was like I was looking in the mirror. I saw you suffering. You didn't deserve any rescuing but I wanted to give it anyways.” Alto faced Harp Hearts and smiled at her. The mare looked at him with confusion, wondering why attention was being brought to her. “I have Harp Hearts to thank for that. She saw me in pain and came to my rescue.”
Harp Hearts flushed, “I was doing what a good pony would do.” She then shoved Alto, “Keep the attention on yourself, please.” Everypony was amused with the pink pony’s modest and embarrassed mood, including Bastion.
Before the conversation could go onto another topic, Alto resumed, “Because of her, I decided to come to your aid; because it is what she would have wanted and because it was the right thing to do. But as I have said last night, this does not make us friends.”
“I don't blame you,” High Brass agreed. “But still, I respect you. The final reason why I do is that you have asked me why I hate stallions.”
“How is that important aside from how no other stallion asking you that?” Alto asked.
“It's as simple as asking 'why.'”
Alto just scratched his head, “I don't get it.” High Brass dared to sit up, pain trying to pin the pony down on the bed. He clenched his teeth through the misery he intentionally created. Bastion rebelled against his action, yet it didn't stop High Brass in the slightest. Even Harp Hearts was pained by High Brass’ expression of pain. Alto only watched as the rich pony sit upright to give respect. High Brass’ breaths were heavy as if he were carrying something heavy uphill.
“You want to know something about me, specifically something about my past with stallions,” High Brass said through his panting. “No stallion has ever asked me the question, ‘why do I hate stallions?’”
“And why would somepony ask you that question in the first place?” Harp Hearts asked. Alto could sense the full-hearted truth was about to show itself, and the rumor of High Brass will evolve.
High Brass showed now amount of shame in confessing, “Because the rumors about me are true. I do hate stallions and I protect mares by keeping them away from harmful relationships.” The way he looked at Harp Hearts told Alto High Brass still has some malicious gripe against stallions. High Brass blinked at Alto, “You, my brother, and my father are the only exception to my rule.”
Harp Hearts choked, “H-how could you!” She managed to blend anger and sadness to her face, a sign of disbelief and righteous fury. The moment Harp Hearts’ expression came to life, High Brass found within himself to frown.
“Your disliking to other stallions is part of the reason why you and I are not friends,” Alto said.
“I'm well aware,” said High Brass, upset that the truth had bothered Harp Hearts. “But I have my reasons.”
High Brass' statement further angered Harp Hearts. “And what gave you the right to hurt others? To hurt my friend?” Alto was grateful his friend was on his side. Her trust in him was stronger than Alto had realized. It was a good sign that nothing has changed in their friendship.
“I'll explain my story once Alto tells me about his.” High Brass and Alto locked their eyes on one another. “It will help me understand what you once were before I tell you and Harp Hearts about my unfortunate past.” The word “unfortunate” sank into Alto’s brain like a seed drowning in soggy soil, waiting for water to feed it. Alto was interested at how High Brass wanted to know more of his past. And it interested Alto even more that the rich pony was willing to talk about his hatred.
Harp Hearts blinked at Alto, her mix of emotions never faltering. “Tell him. Tell him your struggles.” It was more of a demand than a suggestion and Alto wondered if she was more eager to hear High Brass than her friend. Then again, she already knew the unicorn’s story.
“Very well,” Alto said, and then began his story.
***
“Again, Alto,” C Sharp ordered.
“It’s late, mother,” Alto whined, his eyes drooping from exhaustion.
“Again!” the parent shouted. “Complaining isn't welcomed in the entertainment industry! Nopony likes a snobby celebrity! Your father and I perform for hours and hours and we keep standing.” C Sharp defrosted her frustration and spoke more calmly, “You wish to be like your father and I, correct?” The colt looked at his father, Crescendo, observing how the adult sat with patience. Alto answered his mother’s question with a simple nod. “Then play,” C Sharp said in a motherly tone.
Her final words were enough to motivate the child to stand upright. Alto looked at the music stand, his song ready for him to perform. He grabbed his bow and violin with his magic and levitated them over to him. From the top, the unicorn began to play. The notes echoed in the hollow house, the crickets daring not to interrupt Alto’s performance. The child felt connected with his instrument, the two crying in unison as the sweet sound resumed. If there was one thing that Alto connected to, it was his violin. Alto wished his parents would give him the love he wanted from them, and his violin was the thing to scream at them. And Alto was hoping they would give it to him after he concluded.
The song continued for three minutes until it came to a sweet end. Alto gently lowered his bow and violin and glanced between his parents. Crescendo removed himself from his chair and approached his son. It was small, but Alto saw his father smile. “Well done, son.”
“Indeed,” C Sharp agreed. “It did take you several hours to play that piece perfectly, but you managed.” The criticism was not something Alto wanted to hear. A “good job” or “that’s my boy” would have helped much better than what C Sharp had said. The mother leaned her head down at her son and kissed Alto’s little horn. It crackled with joy and the colt blushed, fed by his mother’s affection. “You deserve rest, Alto. Pancakes will be your reward in the morning.”
“Y-yes, mother!” Alto beamed.
***
The colt stumbled into his room, nearly falling asleep during his endeavor. It was way past his bedtime, but Alto knew how his parents made sure he was performing to the grade they demanded. He was glad the practice was concluded, but he couldn't help but maintain his frustration on his constant mistakes.
“Why didn't you play those pieces with perfection?” Alto said to himself through clenched teeth, his eyes rolling in a frustrated manner. The room was thick with darkness, a fog created without light. But the colt knew the layout of his dwelling and placed his violin and bow on his desk. He then jumped toward his bed, but misjudged his lunge and overshot it. Alto fell to the ground with a hard thump, his body bouncing on the wooden floor.
The child clutched his hurt side, clenching his teeth from the pain. Trying to be the bigger stallion and not cry, Alto hissed at himself, “Good job, idiot! You missed! Just like how you couldn't hit those notes!” In cold grumble, Alto said, “You deserve this…”
A knock on his door jolted the colt off the floor. “Alto, I heard a thump,” his mother called. “Is everything alright?”
When Alto went to stand, his body ached and begged him to lie down and let his mother come in to aid him. But the colt needed to wade through the pain. “I'm okay, mother,” Alto called back as he pretended nothing was wrong.
***
The pancakes C Sharp made helped rejuvenate Alto’s spirit. The bruise he formed from the night before, however, was proving to be a distraction. Alto’s morning practice started immediately after breakfast and already was he creating false notes and out of tune errors.
“Alto,” C Sharp said, her hoofsteps echoing in the hollow family room like a timer ready to go off, “was my morning treat to you a sign that I was proud of you from last night’s practice?”
“It was, mother,” the child answered, frowning at C Sharp’s disappointment. Alto looked to his father for aid, but he knew Crescendo would only side with his wife.
“Then why has your skill suddenly faltered?” C Sharp asked, her voice trying not to raise. Alto wanted to blame his faults on his bruise but believed his mother would not allow that to be an excuse for mediocrity. She may repeat the story of how his father had a migraine and still managed to perform in the Canterlot Philharmonic. The pain was no excuse, neither to Alto, or his parents. “From the top,” C Sharp muttered in irritation. She turned her back to her son and walked toward her husband.
Neither parents looked at Alto, further upsetting the colt. And he knew they were not to blame. Stupid bruise. Alto butted his elbow against the wound. A surge of aching pain flared on the spot, the colt’s eyes widening from the hurt. As hard as he could, Alto refused to make a sound. Otherwise, his parents may take his grunt for a pouting child. You deserve this pain, Alto thought to himself. If you can't perform well, then you will always feel like this!
“Alto, from the top,” Crescendo spoke, repeating Alto’s mother’s orders. Crescendo words were not as sharp as the mother, but they still bore the same weight. Alto bit onto his lip, telling himself to work no matter the pain.
So he played. No matter how much pain surged through the colt’s side, he kept at his parent's perfect standard. An hour passed without a single flaw and his parents were very impressed. “I must say!” C Sharp beamed, an emotion very rarely seen from her, “that was the most wonderful practice we have ever done!”
The colt blushed and soaked in the compliment from his mother. Crescendo stood from his chair and ran a hoof through his son’s mane. “I think he finally figured it out.”
C Sharp rose he nose High with pride, “Alto, you will perform with perfection if your practices continue to be like this. Always aim for perfection. Never less.”
The praise Alto received sank into his brain. And if I cannot perform with perfection, Alto thought, I will force it out of me.
Author's Note
Sorry for the delay. School has been a little rough over the last week.
High Brass still sat upright, waiting for Alto to resume his story. But instead of continuing, the caramel pony was finished with his story. “I… think you know the worst of me because of my perfection,” Alto said as he looked down in shame.
“Indeed,” High Brass nodded. “You were quite pathetic.” Alto found the quip funny, not wanting to deny the face. Harp Hearts’ reaction was different.
“Can you not insult my friend!” the pink pony ordered.
“What if he does?” Bastion growled. Alto placed a hoof on Harp Hearts’ shoulder in case she decides to lunge at Bastion; though, the chances of that happening were minuscule. High Brass touched Bastion’s hoof with his own to calm her down as well.
“He is not wrong and it was not an insult,” Also said. “High Brass is very right; I was very pathetic. And mean.”
“But you aren't anymore,” Harp Hearts reassured, patting her friend’s back.
“Thanks to you,” he smiled.
No longer wanting to sit upright, High Brass laid back and let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks for telling me a little something about yourself, Alto,” he said.
“Your welcome,” Alto replied with a nod.
Not fond of her friend being targeted by High Brass, Harp Hearts changed the focus of the subject matter, “Let’s talk about your past. I’m sure it is much less pathetic than Alto’s.”
Harp Heart’s quip stilled the rich pony. He frowned at his ex-girlfriend and asked, “Could you at least hear my story before passing your final judgment? It seems fair considering how you helped Alto despite his once harsh character.” The mare stilled her tongue and only nodded. Just as High Brass took a deep breath, Alto leaned forward ever so slightly to listen to each word with intensity.
“I was born into a rich family,” High Brass began, “and everything I wished for was granted to me. My mother, however, taught me at a very young age to not abuse my power of wealth. And I respected my mother’s wishes, only getting what was necessary.”
Alto rose his hoof to politely interject, and High Brass allowed him to do so. “I am sure you wore better clothing and ate better foods as a means of ‘getting what was necessary.’ Unless you lived like a middle-class member of society like Harp Hearts.”
“I admit, I had better much more luxurious lifestyle than even most higher class ponies,” High Brass said. “But I was never greedy and never considered myself a greedy pony.”
Alto rose a brow, “Were you ever greedy of me when I considered Harp Hearts to be my special somepony?” The mention of her name made Harp Hearts lightly huff out her nostrils.
“No, but I was worried about her,” High Brass answered in a low tone. Alto didn't have a chance to speak when the rich pony said, “I’ll get to the ‘worried’ aspect in a moment.” Harp Hearts and Alto nodded at the same time, but the two wanted to ask questions. Alto figured he would find out the answers to his questions one way or another.
“As a colt, I was always respectful to those above, at, and below me,” High Brass resumed. “I never mocked anypony in my foal days.” The rich pony saw Alto wearing a confused bend in his brow. “Shocking how I usually wasn't so bitter toward those of the same sex as me.”
It was obvious that High Brass wanted Alto to make an input. So Alto did. “I'm just… curious. What changed your thoughts about stallions if you were raised with such standards your mother set you up in?”
“Greed and jealousy, or rather, another party’s greed and jealousy,” High Brass said. “A party of colts to be specific.” He blinked and wore a sad expression; a dark cloud has settled over him. Bastion placed a supportive hoof on her employer’s shoulder, a sign that she knew the motive behind High Brass’ emotions.
Alto looked over at Harp Hearts who had a barely visible frown. “This is just a guess,” said Harp Hearts, “but were you picked on by colts?”
“Yes,” High Brass answered without hesitation. He pursed his lips, a memory of discomfort returning to consciousness. Bastion’s hoof slid from High Brass’ shoulder to his visible hoof, gripping with care. The rich pony glanced down at it for a moment before looking up at the ceiling again. “My first day of public school was the day I realized the world doesn’t always offer kindness; even to those higher than others.” Harp Hearts sighed a depressed hum and Alto’s ear twitched at the sound. “Even though I did nothing to deserve their hatred, I received all of it!”
“That sounds quite familiar to my predicament because of a certain pony,” said Alto.
“Will you let me finish! Dear sweet Celestia, I said I was sorry to you!” High Brass gestured to himself, “If you haven’t noticed, I’m already in terrible condition, and I am trying my best not to feel any more pain! Of course, remembering my past isn’t helping, so don’t add anymore quips, okay?”
It was not Alto’s intention take a jab at High Brass; Alto was only pointing out the fact that High Brass wronged him even though he did no harm to the rich pony. In fact, Alto was trying to show that he and High Brass were in the same boat. But Alto nodded to High Brass’ request instead of saying anything further. Harp Hearts remained still, her attention firmly on High Brass. Alto didn’t see her react to the rich pony’s yelling, but that didn’t matter to him.
“My first day of public school was a miserable one,” High Brass said. “Because of my status, everypony knew of my arrival. The fillies were, of course, all googly-eyed over me and I was swarmed with compliments by them. I tried my best to evenly greet myself with everypony, especially with the colts, but I was given no chance.” High Brass smiled, “It did feel good to be swarmed with attention by the fillies, but I didn’t let it get to my head. And when recess came, I made the chance to greet myself to the other colts.” The smile High Brass wore dried up. “That was my first mistake.” Alto opened his mouth to say something but quickly shut it back inside him. “The moment I reached out to greet myself, Pencil Pusher shoved me back and began to fling insults at me, telling me I was using my good looks and riches to get all the fillies’ attention. I reassured to Pencil Pusher that romantic relationships were gross and my intention was to not cater to just the opposite sex.” Harp Hearts giggled a little bit and High Brass lips and cheeks lit up. High Brass looked at the pink pony and said, “Funny how we once thought love was such a strange concept when we were kids.”
Harp Hearts nodded, “I once thought boys were gross. But yes, I do agree.” Alto couldn’t deny High Brass’ fact. But then again, romance was such a foreign concept to children. Only when hormones kicked in was when fillies and colts began to see the beauty in the opposite sex.
“So, instead of being a friend, Pencil Pusher refused to listen to my words, and he and his gang began to bully me. They punched. They bucked.” High Brass sighed, “And while that was being beaten down, I cried out, ‘why are you doing this to me?’ And Pencil Pusher said, ‘because you are a greedy rich pony.’” High Brass tried to keep his emotions in check but failed. “What type of stupid logic was that? I was willingly reaching out my hoof to him and the others, and all I got back was pain! Not all wealthy families here in Canterlot are the typical snooty lot that others seem to stereotype. The assumption is just an insult!” High Brass looked at Alto and asked, “Am I right, Alto?”
“Yes,” Alto answered. “It was irritating when I told others about my parents and their fortune, I would be called a stuck up rich pony or some nonsense like that. All because my parents had their wealth and status. Why do you think I don’t talk about them?” Of course, there was the fact that Alto disliked them because of their near constant absence as they traveled across Equestria, leaving their child to wonder about in a large house. Most ponies would love to be in such a home, but to Alto, too much open space made him feel lonely. Which is why he loved his small studio apartment than living with his non-existent parents and their large house.
“So, what happened after you were picked on?” Harp Hearts asked, wanting to resume the story.
“My beat down only lasted for a short moment,” High Brass smiled. Alto didn't know why High Brass made such an expression, but the unicorn knew it would be explained without his help. “And that is when I met her .” High Brass pointed his hoof at Bastion and the mare couldn't help but blush.
“No way!” Harp Hearts shouted. Alto flinched when his friend screamed into his ear, and he had to bat at it to be sure it wasn't permanently damaged. Despite her painful outburst, Alto was surprised.
“Well, that explains a few things,” Alto smiled at Bastion.
“Wh-what are you implying!” Bastion ordered, her blush revealing more emotion.
“How protective you are for High Brass.” Alto didn't bring to light how she cradled High Brass the night before. It might further upset the already flustered pegasus.
“She was quite the guardian angel,” said High Brass.
“Continue your story, please,” Bastion pleaded; the spotlight was already beaming on her and she would rather have it elsewhere as soon as possible.
“I remember how Bastion shouted at the colts bullying me, ordering them to stop.” High Brass tapped his hoof on his chin, “Bastion, what did you say that day? What was your heroic demand?”
With very little enthusiasm, the dark-purple pegasus flushed and said, “'In the name of Princess Celestia, I demand that you stop at once or face justice.'” Harp Hearts tried her best to hide her smirk, but pressing her hoof on her mouth made it more obvious that she was.
Alto continued to hold his smirk and asked, “You were quite the bearer of justice, weren't you?”
Instead of having her composure cracked any further, Bastion took a moment to straighten herself. With pride, she answered, “It was a dream of mine to be apart of the Canterlot Guard. Thanks to my oldest brother, he trained me a little when I was a filly. And whenever I saw injustice, I would always point it out.”
Alto rose a brow and asked High Brass, “Did she beat up your bullies?”
“Oh, if you were there,” High Brass said, a smile widening on his face. “After she demanded them to stop, they only laughed at her.”
“That was their first mistake,” Bastion chimed in. “The moment I stepped in and traded a few blows, they ran to our teacher, crying how I was bullying them. Thankfully, Ms. Candlelight saw through their little game and reported them to their parents.” The personal guard then snorted, “And then Ms. Candlelight lectured me about using justice without the use of violence. Was she not aware I was protecting you, High Brass?”
“I believe so,” High Brass said. “Regardless of Ms. Candle Light’s message to you and the bullies, I made a friend. A very wonderful friend who turned out to be quite lovely as she got older.”
“The story!” Bastion barked. “C-continue with it!”
“No need to get upset, my friend. It was just a compliment.”
“Y-yeah. Just… a compliment.” It didn't take an astronomer to tell Alto and Harp Hearts how easily Bastion was flustered by High Brass’ kind words. But Alto wondered if Bastion had other feelings toward her friend. Alto figured asking Bastion if she liked High Brass would cause him to end up like the rich pony. So he quickly dismissed the idea from his mind.
“Word quickly spread across the school about me being bullied by Pencil Pusher due to a few fillies witnessing everything,” High Brass continued. “And due to the many fillies and their kindness, along with Bastion’s protective nature toward me, I was deemed a villain by Pencil Pusher. He pushed this false narrative about how I was hateful toward males and used my rich status to swoo fillies.”
“Why would he do that to you?” Harp Hearts asked.
“Just like High Brass said before: ‘Greed and jealousy,’” Alto answered for High Brass. But then Alto wondered if that really was the case about Pencil Pusher’s true motives. Alto asked High Brass, “Was that really the case about Pencil Pusher?”
“Yes,” said High Brass. “When I tried to make things right, I confronted Pencil Pusher all on my own; without Bastion. I wanted to be the bigger pony and show that I didn't want any quarrels between him and I. Pencil Pusher exclaimed how he hated how rich ponies held their nose higher than their status, looking down at others they deem as lesser ponies. I assured him that I was not apart of the cliche, but he didn't believe me, nor did he let up on the rumors.”
“The rumors spread like cancer,” Bastion said. “And with others constantly wanting to hurt High Brass, I made it a point to always be by his side.”
“Then why did High Brass want you to have the night off if there was an ever lingering threat,” Alto asked.
The pegasus gave High Brass an irritated look, “He said that he wouldn't be attacked at the dance with so many ponies around.”
“I wanted to give you a day off,” High Brass responded. “You are always killing yourself by protecting me.”
“You forget that I was trained in the Canterlot Guard and was hired by you to keep you safe. I am designed to be up night and day for the princess and for you.” Neither Alto or Harp Hearts said a word as the two argued at one another. The argument was beginning to make Harp Hearts uncomfortable and Alto gave her a rub on the shoulder as a means of distraction. It was a temporary one but enough to get the pink pony to look up at Alto and smile.
“Just because it is your job, I still care about you very much,” High Brass spoke a little louder to get his words into Bastion’s ears. His comment kept the guard quiet. “You are no tool to me. You are a friend. And an amazing one at that.” Bastion offered no response or retort. Her cheeks flushed by the consistent compliments dizzying her mind, preventing any possible straight thinking.
Alto could see how High Brass, despite the rich pony’s frustration, never let up on his complementing toward Bastion. Alto smirked, seeing how High Brass always made an attempt to charm a mare with his words when appropriate, even if it was his friend.
“Are you done with arguing, Bastion?” High Brass said, his less injured arm reaching for Bastion’s closest hoof. Bastion quickly took the offered hoof like a child snatching an offered cookie. The mare nodded, her thoughts invisible to everypony. A smile and a chuckle left High Brass, “It’s funny how some discussions segway into other subjects, deviating from what the main purpose of the talk was about.”
“It happens,” said Alto with a shrug. “Especially when Harp Hearts and I get into deep discussion.”
Harp Hearts poked at his shoulder, “Like that time we were talking about history and then went on about how obsessed you were with the arcade?”
“Hey, I wanted to be sure my scores are grade A.” Alto cleared his throat and had to quickly get back on course. “See what I mean? Segways.”
“I believe Harp Hearts told me about that story,” High Brass said, humming in thought. “Isn't that the story where Alto spent nearly all his rent money on a skeeball game?”
“Yes!” Harp Hearts beamed.
“Segways!” Alto spoke with irritation. He looked at Bastion and said, “Now I know how you feel when the story goes off the rails. The difference between you and I is you get called 'pretty,' I get made fun of.” The joke got Bastion and a smile curled at her cheeks.
“I guarantee we won't be deviating from the discussion once I start talking about my, as the stallions at school say, ‘mare snatching game,’” High Brass said nonchalantly. All silly emotions evaporated from the room and was replaced with seriousness. Bastion straightened her back and Harp Hearts turned all her attention to High Brass.
“Yeah, that's what it is called,” Alto nodded. And I was a victim to your little game. “Since you brought it up, why don't you resume there; tell us how your game began.”
“Well, I can begin by asking you both a question,” said High Brass. “Who, in the beginning, wronged me for no reason?”
“Pencil Pusher,” Harp Hearts answered. “You started with him.” The pink mare frowned, not wanting to believe the stallion who said he loved her was motivated by a bully. Harp Hearts’ expression didn't make High Brass feel any better, but he knew she and Alto needed to know the truth.
“So, you exacted revenge,” Alto said.
A cold scowl darkened High Brass’ expression.
It was such a frightening face to see. High Brass was easily showing his colors as if he was comfortable with sharing what he really was; an unjust vigilante. “It’s more than petty just revenge!" High Brass said. "I protected Quick Draw from that hurtful rat of a pony!” Hatred gripped High Brass’ throat, the pony’s eyes almost bulging from his head. “Alto, I’ll ask you this, and I don't want you to include me in the answer.”
Alto glanced left and right, not sure what High Brass was getting at. “Alright…”
“Would you want Harp Hearts to be with a pony who hurts others? Or would you do anything to keep them away from her?”
Alto had to fight the urge to say, “Haven't you forgotten what you did to me?” Instead, he looked at Harp Hearts and said, “I wouldn't want any harm to come to her.” The mare blushed but didn't smile; her lips were weighed down by the serious discussion.
“Let me build you the setting,” High Brass began. “It was Jr. High; a time where our hormones start to bloom and begin to appreciate the opposite sex. To my misfortune, Pencil Pusher attended the same school as Bastion and I. Then again, there aren't many schools to choose from here in Canterlot.” Alto nodded in agreement. With Canterlot’s walls being tall and unmovable, expanding inside the kingdom was near impossible. Alto managed to go to a private school for his junior high school years, so he knew nothing about High Brass until high school. “Among those ponies who began to become more attracted to mares,” High Brass continued, “was Pencil Pusher.”
“I can assume this Quick Draw you just mentioned was the mare Pencil Pusher had his sights on,” said Alto, and High Brass nodded.
“I noticed Pencil Pusher was becoming friendly with her when Quick Draw and I were in art class. It perplexed me at first because Pencil Pusher was a colt who made fun of mares.” Harp Hearts’ brows creased and High Brass noted it aloud, “Yes, Harp Hearts. He wasn't just mean to me exclusively, but not as harsh.”
“It just… upsets me that there are ponies who hurt others, regardless of their reasoning,” Harp Hearts said. “And I wouldn't want Pencil Pusher to be with anypony I knew.”
High Brass smiled, “Then I am sure you will be glad I made him cry.”
Harp Hearts creased her brows even more. “No, it does not… Remember, you hurt my friend.” She looked at Alto and frowned, “He cried because of you when he told me the truth, you know.” Alto’s ears fell back, embarrassed Harp Hearts had to speak of something he did privately with her. “And I wasn't glad for his hurt in the slightest.” A cramping pain gripped Alto’s throat, recalling the previous night’s sobbing, both onstage and in Harp Hearts’ arms. The memory was still raw and still very recent. Alto saw his friend’s clenched hoof, her fury visible in her grip. Alto was glad Harp Hearts included himself as a constant way to argue against High Brass and his hurtful ways. She was clearly on Alto’s side.
High Brass returned to his story, ignoring Harp Hearts’ words of disagreement. “Quick Draw was quite the determined mare. Her drawing skills were much more advanced than other students. However, she was very prone to being discouraged by criticism, much like Harp Hearts.” The pink pony looked away from High Brass, trying to direct attention elsewhere. High Brass quickly brought the spotlight back to his story and characters within it. “Pencil Pusher was having his sights on Quick Draw, and I was not going to allow somepony who not only is a bully but also known for saying harsh things to others, to be with her.”
“I admit,” Alto said, “I wouldn't want him with Quick Draw, either. Of course, instead of telling her yourself about Pencil Pusher’s attitude, you had another thing planned.”
“At the time, I heard that Quick Draw’s birthday was on the approach,” High Brass continued. “That would be a perfect time to confess feelings to somepony. A simple, but memorable gift. I was worried for Quick Draw and I wondered if that would be the time Pencil Pusher will ask her out.” Alto adjusted himself, eager to hear how High Brass conspired against Pencil Pusher. Alto was disgusted with himself for getting a guilty pleasure out of the story. He knew what was going to happen. He knew Pencil Pusher was going to be crushed. And he knew poetic justice was delivered. Alto told himself he would only condone High Brass’ act of mare snatching just once.
“I asked Bastion to spy on Pencil Pusher and his friends and see if he was truly interested in Quick Draw. The result: he was.” High Brass looked to Bastion with a smile, “Convincing you to spy was quite difficult.”
“I didn't mind doing harm to somepony who undid harm to you,” said Bastion. “I just hated leaving your side.” Harp Hearts shook her head in disapproval, visibly showing everypony in the room she didn't like any bit of the story. Alto leaned forward, the climax in view.
“Thankfully, you were training in the Jr. Canterlot Guard and I convinced you to practice your stealth,” High Brass said. “And nopony knew you were there when you spied on Pencil Pusher.”
“How did you do it, High Brass?” Harp Hearts asked, surprising High Brass and Alto for her sudden input.
“Great timing and charm,” High Brass answered. “With Quick Draw’s birthday on the approach, Pencil Pusher was working very hard on a sculpture in our art class; his gift to Quick Draw. Two days prior to the mare’s big day, I confronted Quick Draw and I told her that I caught wind that her birthday was just a couple days away. Just like every other mare, she had a school crush on me and was overjoyed to have me speak to her.” A chuckle escaped High Brass, “The poor mare was hyperventilating to the point where I feared she may faint.”
Harp Hearts flushed, “Well, just as you did to me, it’s not every day the charming rich stallion talks to middle-class mares.” Alto didn’t think ill of his friend’s comment. She was right. Most ponies in Canterlot stick to their own social class because they cared about their family’s reputation. And hanging with the wrong crowd can give a family a bad name. With High Brass being among the wealthiest of the high class, his face was known not just in the school, but around the city as well. But to many, a rich stallion being with a pretty mare, regardless of class, was never frowned upon and was a common sight; so long as the mare didn’t cause any rabble. The same went for a wealthy mare and a common stallion if they happen to be a couple. Most relationships, however, between one higher class member and one middle-class dweller usually end up breaking off because of how the middle-class pony lives, behaves, or associates with others; the vicious cycle of Canterlot romance; status means too much in the so-called pure white-walled kingdom.
“It’s easy to charm when you have a status behind your back,” High Brass admitted, sounding like he was confessing to a crime. “But my intentions were to help Quick Draw.”
“We know,” said Alto. He was starting to be bothered with how much High Brass was emphasizing how he was “helping” the mare. Alto just wanted High Brass to get to the point. The anticipation was killing the unicorn, despite knowing the ending. He needed to know how the ending came about.
“I asked her what she wanted for her birthday, and Quick Draw said she wanted art supplies,” High Brass resumed. “She wasn’t too specific because she was too flustered by my presence. Before I left, I told her I might get her something based on her birthday wishes. At that moment, I decided to get a good look at Pencil Pusher, and the look on his face was priceless.” High Brass couldn’t hold in the evil joy from within, and a wicked sneer revealed his white teeth. “There was pain and wrath in his eyes; a fire I have never seen from him. He knew what I was up to. And I loved that he did. Before Pencil Pusher could stare at me any longer, he returned to his stupid ugly sculpture, whatever it was supposed to be.”
“After class, Pencil Pusher had the nerve to approach me after class. Thankfully, I had Bastion their to watch over me and keep him and his posse off my back. I warned Pencil Pusher to hurry up with his sculpture and then left without another word. I gave him a fair warning to let him know I was up to something.”
“Why, though?” Alto asked. “You did the same to me. You didn’t ask Harp Hearts on the spot when you interrupted our talk. What reason did you have for that?”
“To put the pressure on you,” High Brass replied. “I wanted to make you panic and fear that I will make my move if you don’t. And panic can make somepony hesitate, worry, and jumble up their composure to make them unable to get a grip on themselves and do the proper thing.”
“I was very close to confessing my feelings to Harp Hearts before class started that day, even after you left us alone.” Alto’s ears fell back, remembering the error he made. “But I was an idiot and forgot my song in my locker.” Alto saw Harp Hearts part her lips, but her words were caught in her throat. Instead of forcing out a potentially incoherent sentence, she gave her friend a supportive rub on the shoulder instead.
“The next day, I decided to make my move during lunchtime,” said High Brass. “I was a bit nervous when I pulled Quick Draw aside. It was the first time I was asking out a mare, after all. But I knew what I had to do.” High Brass bit his lip, “When I asked her to be my special somepony, she fainted.”
“Woah!” Alto exclaimed. Harp Hearts gasped, just as surprised as her friend.
“My reaction was the same as yours, Alto,” High Brass said. “I rushed her to the nurse’s office with her on my back in a fit of panic.” The rich pony shrugged, “I never thought my first confession was going to be so eventful. But then again, it helped me in the end, much more than I realized.”
“How so?” Alto asked.
“Because as I ran down through the school, some of Quick Draw’s friends noticed me carrying her. I told them what I had done, which was enough to spread the word of my doing.” High Brass sighed, “And when Quick Draw opened her pretty little eyes, she asked me if she was dreaming. I kissed her forehead and said, ‘If you felt that, then it is real.’” Flush invaded High Brass’ cheeks. “Quick Draw was the first mare I ever kissed.”
It was a sweet thought as High Brass remembered the first mare he had kissed. Alto’s lip twitched a little, the warmth of Spearmint’s lips still hot from the previous night. But he didn't want to get sidetracked again. “What happened with Pencil Pusher?”
“Ha!” High Brass exclaimed. “What happened to him was more memorable than my confession to Quick Draw!” Neither Alto nor Harp Hearts gave the rich pony any sign of joyous expressions. “Pencil Pusher burst into the nurse’s office in a fit of panic. The first thing he saw was Quick Draw and I holding hooves.” The rich pony looked up to his guard and asked, “You remember the look on his face, don't you?”
Bastion’s mouth writhed into a twisted grin, her teeth a chilling sight to behold. “He was so broken.”
Harp Hearts stood from her bed, “I've heard enough! I hate how you two are getting excited about the pain you have caused! Disgusting!” Alto wasn't surprised his friend interrupted the story. Even he was getting sickened by the grinning and mad giggling High Brass and Bastion were doing. The fact that High Brass was exciting himself by hurting somepony made Alto realize something about the rich pony, though it wasn't much of a shocking reality check: High Brass and Bastion were very messed in the head.
“But I am not finished with my story,” said High Brass. “And I am sure Alto wants to know just a little more about my past.”
The pink earth pony snapped her head at Alto, “Please tell me he is wrong.” Her ear twitched, and her eyes were angry; but not at Alto.
“Just… one thing,” Alto admitted. Harp Hearts was not happy to hear her friend wish to resume High Brass’ story for a little longer.
She let out a sigh and said, “Just tell him one more thing. After that, I would like to leave.”
Alto noticed High Brass’ frown, the rich pony’s eyes on Harp Hearts. But that did not make Alto hesitate to say, “What caused you to continue your reign of terror among stallions, even after you stole Quick Draw from Pencil Pusher?”
“I did not steal her!” High Brass pouted, his hoof pounding on the mattress. “I protected her from a hurtful pony!” Alto found it difficult to be angry with High Brass. Pencil Pusher was being depicted as a hurtful bully who had a grudge against rich ponies. What was there to like about Pencil Pusher? Alto couldn't find an answer to that question. “Spearmint told me she talked to you last night.”
Alto flushed and wondered if she told High Brass about her make-out session with him. But Alto was more curious as to why she was mentioned. “Why bring her up?” Harp Hearts asked for Alto. “She isn't relevant to the conversation.”
“But she is, Harp Hearts,” said High Brass. He looked at Alto and smiled, “I wanted to thank you for comforting her last night, first and foremost.”
“She was in need of some company,” Alto answered.
“If I had heard about what you did without myself being thrashed last night, I would have definitely gained a lot of respect for you naturally. Of course, now I respect you a lot more because of your forgiveness, but the point still rests on my current opinion of you.” High Brass shifted himself, a grunt of pain escaped him. “She can be quite the desperate mare when it comes to wanting a special somepony.”
“Indeed,” said Alto. Harp Hearts looked confused, left in the dark, only to wonder what the stallions were discussing. “I'll tell you about her later.”
“Can you tell me the just of what happened?” Harp Hearts asked.
Alto had a feeling Harp Hearts would ask more questions after he answered the current one. But his answered nonetheless, “Spearmint’s date ended up using her, and I helped keep her company.”
Harp Hearts gasped, “That's horrible!”
“It was…” said High Brass. “I warned her about Hot Shot, but she said he was a different stallion when he asked Spearmint to the dance.” Harp Hearts’ brows furrowed, a thought cloud forming around her head and it quickly grew black.
“I… mean this with no malaise,” Harp Hearts began, her words uneasy, “but why didn't you… why didn’t you take Spearmint to the dance and… keep her away from Hot Shot. Yes, what he did was not right and you should have protected Spearmint- Wait! That’s not what I meant! I-” The mare grumbled with frustration, her thoughts conflicted like a cyclone trying to fight a hurricane.
High Brass sighed, “The world is a cruel and ironic place, isn’t it, Harp Hearts? You say it was wrong of me to take you away from Alto, and yet you wish for me to take somepony else's potential date.” Alto bit his lip, seeing the “justice” High Brass was trying to deliver, even though High Brass got it wrong when he stole Harp Hearts.
Already in deep, Harp Hearts asked, “Why didn’t you ask Spearmint to the dance, actually knowing Hot Shot could hurt her?”
“Because I have already dated her before,” High Brass answered. “And asking her a second time would conflict with past issues she and I have already have.”
Again, Harp Hearts looked to her friend for an answer, but he simply said, “I’ll tell you later.” She nodded, then returned her attention to High Brass. “Unfortunately for us all, I have another question,” said Alto.
High Brass shook his head as much as he could, “We are all trying to understand each other right now. I am all ears.”
“No, you are all bruises,” Alto joked, which caused the rich pony to crack a smile at such a crude joke. With all humor exhausted, the unicorn asked, “Why bring up Spearmint? And-” Alto worried if his cheeks were flushed. “-what else did she tell you.” Spearmint did promise Alto their makeout session would be kept between themselves, but the stallion did worry about her accidentally slipping up.
“That was two questions,” smiled High Brass. “I’ll answer them out of order.”
“Alright,” Alto said with a nod. He took a fast glance at Harp Hearts and saw his friend staring at him. The act doomed Alto and his cheeks flushed. As he looked down at High Brass, Harp Hearts brought herself into Alto’s view, getting a better look at the flustered unicorn. “I’ll tell you about my talk with Spearmint later.” A wide grin bloomed on the very suspicious Harp Hearts, and Alto hoped she hadn’t already cracked him before he even went into detail about the previous night’s “talk.”
“To put it in simple terms and because it is not as important to the topic at hoof,” High Brass said, “Spearmint told me that you helped her cope with her sadness, and you helped cheer her up.”
“How sweet,” Harp Hearts giggled. “Is that why you look so flustered, Alto?”
“Let’s go with that,” he answered.
High Brass raised his hoof to recapture Alto’s and Harp Hearts’ attention. “Spearmint also did assist Alto as well, doing her best to keep his sadness from rising.” The memory of the staircase he sat at with Spearmint was still fresh in Alto’s mind. It was temporary relief, but it was nice relief nonetheless.
“She is a nice mare, even if she is a helpless romantic,” Alto said.
“I agree,” High Brass nodded. “Now to segue into your other question.” Alto was curious about how Spearmint would tie into the main discussion of mare snatching, but knew she would be relevant to the topic. As for Harp Hearts, she only sat at the side, spectating. “As you two talked, I am sure Spearmint mentioned that she and I dated.”
“Yes,” said Alto. “I can assume you… protected her and made her your girlfriend on purpose.”
High Brass grew an angered expression on his brow, “Did she mention her friend she once had?”
Alto closed his eyes to ponder the evening’s discussion he had with Spearmint. He fast forwarded through the talk they had until she began to talk about her past. Then he remembered her mentioning another stallion. “She said something about having a friend who she thought he liked her, but they no longer talk,” said Alto. “Spearmint was very vague about her friend, whoever he was and didn’t linger for very long about him.”
“I’m glad she didn’t go into detail about that- sexual deviant!” High Brass’ anger began to overflow once more, but it didn’t take Alto by surprise. “I forget his name, but it is not relevant. What’s important was that he was a stallion who couldn’t keep his hormones in check! He was all about gaining pleasure for himself. The feel of a mare’s touch, the pleasure of kissing and- more.” The rich pony bared his teeth in a sharp bite. “And when he got his sights on Spearmint, I gave him no chance with her!”
“Did you have any proof of his actions?” Harp Hearts asked, her bothered expression not directed at High Brass, even though she looked directly at him.
“I wouldn’t have targeted Alto if I didn’t have proof of his past wrongdoing,” High Brass answered. It was an example that didn’t have to be used, but it was relevant and recent enough. “Spearmint was- no, is a mare that is susceptible to having her affectionate emotions abused.” High Brass’ hot eyes fell on Alto. “Would you want Spearmint to be with somepony who would abuse her loving character? To take advantage of her urge to be with somepony? To give her the false facade of what love really means?”
“I would never want Spearmint to be in a pony’s hooves that would use her for their personal gain,” Alto answered. “Even now, I worry about Spearmint after everything she told me about herself.”
“I am glad you do,” said High Brass. “Love is the close bond of two ponies who care about each other’s well being, be it a close friendship, to romantic interests, to... intimate activities...” High Brass flushed, his throat clearing itself to interrupt the thought. “... including… sex…” The word “sex” flustered everypony in the ward. The mere mention of the word sex was enough to get a room full of teenagers’ attention rather quickly. Mares would begin giggling and stallions would exchange quiet locker room talk among other stallions.
Rather than letting a single word clog up the discussion, Alto spoke up, his face still red, “Continue, please…”
It took High Brass to regain his strength, but he endured and recaptured it. “Because of Spearmint’s desperate urge to be with somepony, I didn’t want her to be with somepony who may ruin her idea of what being in love with is. The pleasure of kissing and hugging and… other… things… are shared through passion, and should only be used sparingly. Otherwise, the experience would be ruined.”
“Have… you experienced 'other things,'” Alto nervously asked.
High Brass cleared his throat again before saying, “It doesn’t matter if I have? What does matter is that my argument about romantic pleasures still rests.”
“I agree with your train of thought,” Alto said, “even though I have very little experience with romance.” Harp Hearts nervously rubbed her cheek, perhaps trying to hide half of her blush.
“Then you would have done the same thing I did to protect Spearmint,” High Brass said. “Or am I wrong?”
“I would warn her about her sexually driven friend, not steal her away!” Alto argued. “Don’t put me on your level!”
“Are you saying you would rather let Spearmint be in the hooves of somepony who could pressure her into doing things she would be normally uncomfortable with? Look at what happened to Spearmint when I tried to warn her about Hot Shot! She didn’t listen! And look at what happened to her!”
“Perhaps she needed to learn on her own,” Alto shrugged.
High Brass was beginning to become frustrated. “Did you learn anything on your own when you made that mare cry in class? Did you learn everything on your own while you were a very critical towards others? No. You needed Harp Hearts to pull you out of the hole you dug for yourself.”
Instead of being angered by High Brass’ quip, it reminded Alto of how horrible he was toward not only others, but to himself as well, and saddened the unicorn in return. However, Harp Hearts was the one that got angry for Alto. “Why do you always have to use Alto as an example?” she asked, her brows furrowed. "You always bring up his past and attack it with no malice, despite your "respect" for Alto!"
Bastion chimed in, reminding everypony she was still present, “Why are you getting angry for your friend? Besides, High Brass isn't wrong. You kept Alto from continuing his self-destructive attitude. Or am I wrong?”
“I did help him, but out of care, not out of harm like High Brass has done to my friend and other stallions.” Both Harp Hearts and Bastion stared each other down, neither one letting the other overcome them.
“High Brass saved those other mares,” Bastion argued. “Alto was the only one High Brass regrets stealing from because he didn't know Alto had changed.”
Harp Hearts pounded her hoof on the mattress, “Why are you justifying High Brass’ actions!”
Bastion rose her brows, “And now you want to know about me.” The silence between the two mares made both High Brass and Alto uneasy. “Fine. I'll tell why I stand beside High Brass, or as you say, ‘justify High Brass’ actions.'”
Author's Note
I am deeply sorry for the delay on this chapter... School has been a heavy burdin on me, along with my other popular story. However, that does not give me the excuse to ignore this story I created. It is already finished. I should be consistant with chapter uploads.
Again, I am sorry for the delay.
Alto never thought his talk with High Brass would involve Bastion making her input about her past. Now he had to listen to her, not that he minded. It would also help Alto understand why she is so protective of High Brass, aside from being a childhood friend.
“When I was a filly, I was inspired by my brother to become a Canterlot Guard. He was among the best in his class as he attended a summer boot camp. I watched him train on the sidelines, mimicking everything he did. And one day, after being allowed to join in on one of the practices, I received my cutie mark.” Bastion pointed to her flank and an image of a castle tower. Alto thought it was a sentry, but upon looking at the cutie mark, it was indeed a white castle tower. “I was filled with pride that day, swearing that I would protect the weak.” Bastion snorted and her brows creased, “A child shouldn’t swear when they are too young. Oaths can be easily broken if one does not understand what mean.”
Alto was deeply disturbed by Bastion’s statement. If she wanted to be a guard, why would she say such a thing? He needed to pay close attention to the rest of the mare’s story. “The school High Brass and I attended had a small bullying problem. Before High Brass came along, I wanted to protect weaker ponies from any bullies and keep them safe. Of course, plans don’t work out the way you want them to sometimes.” The expression on Bastion’s face was twisting into an evil facade, a true sign that her cause of misintention was about to unfold. “Fending off a mare’s bully was easy. Most mare bullies I confronted wouldn’t want to ruffle their mane and quickly broke off from their victim. When a mare bully did want to try and fend me off, a simple push was enough. I was complimented and thanked by mares regularly at the school, even praised. However, colts were a different story.”
“Wouldn’t a bully victim, regardless if it was a colt or filly, be grateful for being rescued?” Harp Hearts asked.
“A mare, most certainly. But a colt?” Bastion chuckled and shook her head, but there was nothing joyous about her smile. “A colt doesn’t want a girl standing up for them!” Alto hummed to himself, the light coming into view. “One day, I saw group of colts picking on a weaker boy. When I got them to leave the one they were bullying… he looked at me and shouted, ‘Why are you helping me!’” A weight yanked on Bastion’s head and she looked at the ground. “I was so flustered by his comment and didn’t know what to make of it. The colt went on, saying he didn’t want a mare standing up for him. And the next day, the colt’s bullies made fun of him for allowing me to stand up for him. Of course, they fled at the sight of me, but…” The mare swallowed something jagged before resuming, “...the colt pushed me away when I tried to help. The following day, I tried to help once again, but the victim threw a rock at me. And I let it hit me.”
“Where did it hit you?” Alto asked, hurt and moved by the story.
Bastion tapped her chest, “Right here.”
“Aww,” Harp Hearts moaned, her hoof on her mouth.
“The rock didn’t cut when it hit me,” Bastion continued, “but it did stab me emotionally.” She shook her head as if to shake the memory from her brain. “And I started to cry.” A supportive hoof grabbed Bastion’s own hoof and grabbed on. Bastion smiled at High Brass’ care, but the pain had already settled. “I asked him, ‘Why? Why don’t you want me to help you?’ He didn’t answer my question, but I could assume he was going to tell me he didn’t want a mare to stand up for him. He then started to mock me as I cried, saying things like, ‘Yeah, cry like a girl! You didn’t see me cry when I was being pushed and hit!’” Bastion sniffed, her emotions starting to flare. Alto and Harp Hearts looked at one another, the two teens moved by the emotional story. “So I ran away from him, and I told myself to never protect another colt again.”
“Of course, you ended up protecting High Brass when he was bullied,” said Alto.
“This is true, but before I tell you about the day I protected him, I need to finish the story about the bully victim,” said Bastion.
“You keep saying ‘bully victim’ and ‘victim,’ but never told us the colt’s name,” Harp Hearts interjected. “Do you not remember his name?”
Bastion’s voice darkened, “Oh, I remember his name alright…”
Alto was spooked by the mare’s tone, but managed to ask, “Then what was his name?”
“...Pencil Pusher…”
Alto stared at Bastion in disbelief, his ears ringing the mare’s words over and over. Harp Hearts reacted in her typical exaggerated manner, “What! But how! I thought he was a bully!”
“He wasn’t a bully until he made me cry,” said Bastion. “Among most colts, making a mare cry was almost like a taboo. And his bullies thought it was somehow cool that he made me tear up. In the end, Pencil Pusher’s bullies became his friends.” A sarcastic laugh escaped Bastion, “Funny how I wanted to protect him, and instead caused him to move toward the wrong crowd.” Harp Hearts opened her mouth to ask a question, but Bastion was quick to say, “And no, I don’t know how Pencil Pusher became the leader of their little group. Maybe he influenced them, but that is only an assumption.”
That only left Alto with one question to ask, “If you vowed to not stand up for colts ever again, then why did you protect High Brass the day you met him?”
“It was… Well I...” Bastion was having a difficult time conjuring up a sentence and couldn’t keep her eyes on High Brass. “When I heard the commotion about High Brass’ arrival, I myself wanted to befriend him.” Her cheeks flushed, “I guess you could say I had, and I mean had a schoolgirl crush…” High Brass smiled up at his friend, while Bastion remained embarrassed. His hoof reminded the mare of his touch, resulting in more blush. “A-and… When I saw him being bullied, for once in my life, I wanted a boy to appreciate me. For once in my life, I wanted attention. And I wanted justice. And after my simple act, High Brass became my closest friend.” Bastion began to tremble and tears began to roll down her face. Harp Hearts gasped at the sight, the mare wondering if Bastion was sad. But the guardspony smiled, “Ever since that day, I have been overwhelmed by High Brass’ appreciation. And as the years went on, High Brass here has been my source of inspiration. He helped push me to become the best mare in the Canterlot Guard.”
Like a single cloud blocking out the sun, Bastion’s expression shifted, “Even though most of the colts at school never thought I would be a guard… Even though those I trained with never gave me any motivation, they didn’t want to hurt the soft filly. Even my parents were against my choice! No, not High Brass! He had my side from the moment I had his!” Alto braced himself; he could see Bastion unable to control herself. High Brass stilled his tongue but gripped Bastion’s hoof close to his chest. “Of course, Pencil Pusher and his little clan went and made fun of High Brass for having me protect him. ‘Oh look, there is the rich pony with his bitch!’” Alto flinched at the sound of the swearword. Bastion noticed the look on his face and continued, “That’s right, I said it! Bitch! And because of Pencil Pusher’s lie and harsh words to me, other colts believed him. So I embraced the title. I became the bitch Pencil Pusher made me out to me. And I made sure others would fear this bitch if they so dare try and get close to my High Brass.”
A tickle on Bastion’s arm sapped her anger away in an instant. She saw High Brass gently rubbing his hoof on her arm. “That’s enough, Bastion. No more needs to be said.” Ever so slightly, High Brass adjusted his head and smiled, “But again, thank you for your loyalty.”
“And thank you for yours, High Brass,” Bastion said.
The moment was a very sweet sight and Alto was enlightened to see Bastion’s true story. But he needed to interrupt them to continue the long talk. “I think we have all gotten something off our chest one way or another.”
Harp Hearts nodded, “Yes we have. And I think we all understand each other more.”
“But I know you two don’t condone my, nor Bastion’s acts despite knowing our inspiration,” said High Brass.
“Correct,” Alto said. “And that now leaves us with one more pony to talk about.”
“Ah, yes,” High Brass hummed, “the mare who inspired this entire feud between Alto and I.” Harp Hearts looked between the stallions, not sure what to make of her involvement. High Brass also shared her confusion, “Might I ask what we need to talk regarding Harp Hearts? She has done no harm in any of this.”
“You forget about Harp Hearts’ character,” Alto said, his eyes on the pink mare’s brow and watched it twitch. “She now knows the truth about you.” Harp Hearts’ bow twitched again, bending into a sad crease. “And if somepony asks her about what had happened between you and her…”
Suppressed by her own flaw, Harp Hearts frowned, “I will not be able to hold my tongue and will tell anypony about what you have done to Alto.”
High Brass huffed out his nostrils, “Things just keep getting better for me…”
“I’m sorry…” Harp Hearts said.
“It’s not your fault for being the way you are,” said High Brass. “It is, however, very concerning to know you have a very… open mind.”
“Then again, perhaps it is time you tell the truth,” Alto said. He looked at Bastion and asked, “Do you stand for truth and justice?” She only sat still like a true bastion. “If you are for both, maybe it is time you should not plot for High Brass.” Alto then turned to High Brass, “And I think you should confess to those you have wronged the truth.”
An old slice of High Brass’ character came to light. “Are you the idiot I once thought you were? You think I just stole mares from stallions for the hay of it? Have you been paying attention! I protect mares from stallions who may very well hurt them. Even if they may be like you, Alto, somepony who has changed, I still did not want to take the risk.”
“Maybe you should tell the mares whom you ‘protected’ the truth, instead,” Harp Hearts suggested. “I may be furious with what you have done to Alto, but I am not one who holds malice in my heart, unlike you.” High Brass gave no argument to Harp Hearts, taking the full force of the comment. He still held emotions for her and it hurt the rich pony to be told such a bitter comment. Bastion looked at Harp Hearts with a stink eye, but the pink mare paid no attention to any intimidation. “In other words, I don’t wish any ill will upon you, High Brass. And you are the only pony who can make it right.”
“Then tell me, dearest Harp Hearts, why I should go through with telling my group the truth?” High Brass asked. Alto wanted to ask the same question as well, but he allowed Harp Hearts to swim on her own.
“Based on what you have told me,” Harp Hearts began, “if anypony asks me about you, I would tell them about how you thought Alto was a cruel pony and took me away from him.”
“How would this help me?” said High Brass.
“The normal response from anypony would to ask, ‘why.’ And when I answer that ‘why’ question, I would tell them of your motives. Be it a stallion or mare, that is what I would tell them. And based on what I say might change how others view you.”
“But you said, ‘might.’ It might change how others view me. Of course, ponies will think differently of me.”
Alto rose a hoof and brought all attention to him, “What I think Harp Hearts is suggesting is that a different light will be shed on you.” Alto looked to Harp Hearts and said, “You may interrupt me if I am wrong with what I am about to say.”
“I’m sure we are thinking the same thing, but okay,” Harp Hearts said.
Alto nodded and continued his assumption, “Despite she and I not liking your methods, even though we do agree that there are stallions who should be warned about, other stallions will have an understanding about you. They will know why.” He turned to High Brass, “And when they understand your reason for your actions, they may side with you.” The unicorn returned his attention to Harp Hearts, “Is this your train of thought?”
“Somewhat,” she replied. “Like I said before, their opinion may change for the better. But as for mares, I am not sure how they would react when they know your motivations. Perhaps they would be glad that you rescue those who might be hurt by some reckless stallion. Or they may shame you for delivering your own sense of justice.” Harp Hearts sighed, the entire ordeal exhausting her, “There are many possibilities, but you confessing the truth may very well prevent more enemies from trying to take you away and hurt you. Though, I would suggest you stop your game and not take mares away to further keep you out of the sight of other vengeful stallions.”
High Brass smiled, the words like sweet honey dripping down his throat. “Do you understand why I love you, Harp Hearts?” Alto was bothered by his question and knew Harp Hearts was not going to take light to it.
“No,” she replied. “And I'd rather not hear your compliment. I won't believe you, no matter how flowery you make it.” Even for Harp Hearts, her response pierced Alto.
“Harp-” High Brass muttered but was immediately cut off my Harp Hearts.
“Don't ’Harp’ me! In fact, don't even think about sweet talking me!” Bastion tried to stare Harp Hearts down, but the pink mare held her eyes on High Brass. “No matter how much you want to atone for what you did, I will always remember what you did to Alto. You will never win my heart. Not after you tried to ruin Alto behind my back.”
The rich pony wanted to argue with Harp Hearts but knew what was the cause of her distrust. “I understand. I'm sorry. I truly, truly am sorry to both you and Alto. Can you at least believe that?”
“So long as it is not a compliment,” Harp Hearts said. She licked her lips, unsure of what to do next. “Alto, I think it is time to go.”
“Okay,” Alto replied obediently.
High Brass sat up from his bed and he cried in pain as to prevent his guests from leaving. Bastion wanted to settle him down, but he waved her off. “Before you go, I wish to give you both something.” The rich pony looked to his guard and said, “Go to my safe and fatten a coin purse for Alto and Harp Hearts. And get a saddle pack for Harp Hearts.” Bastion nodded and left without another word or passing glance.
Alto rose a brow, but pretended to be calm about being given free bits, “What prompted this?” Harp Hearts was confused as well, wondering why money was being offered to them.
High Brass fell back onto his bed, and smiled, “I wanted to make it up to you, Alto. I know I have ruined what could have been between you and Harp Hearts, but you both still enjoy each other’s company no doubt. Why don’t you two go off into the kingdom and make a day of it. As my token of thanks to Alto and apology to Harp Hearts.”
“If you think money will buy my trust-” Harp Hearts began, but High Brass held his hoof up to stop her.
“I don’t expect you to trust me until the last sunset, Harp Hearts. And for once, I know there is another stallion way better than I am waiting for you.” High Brass’ eyes met Alto, though Alto didn’t believe he was that stallion for Harp Hearts. Things between Alto and Harp Hearts was a tragic tale meant to be.
Bastion re-entered the ward with a bedazzled saddlebag with gems that jingled with every step. The sound of bits rang out, waiting to be spent. “I brought what you have asked of me,” the mare said.
“Wonderful.” High Brass looked at his guests, piecing together the best parting words he could say. “Take my gift and enjoy the day. Do that, and I will ask my friends in and tell them the truth about myself. You are right, Harp Hearts. It's best they know my intentions. But for me to do that, you must first accept my gift. And yes, you can keep the saddle pack.”
Harp Hearts may not have looked pleased to be bargained with, but Alto wasn't going to let a saddle pack studded with gems and its pockets filled with an unknown amount of coin be passed off. It was a gift for himself, too. “I think it is best for us to take the humble offer and be on our way,” Alto said to his friend. “Yes, there is a lot of money in that saddle pack, and I wouldn't mind having half, and giving the rest to you. But it would be best if we could use what is given to us and distract ourselves for a day for some fun.”
Harp Hearts pursed her lips, her thinking mind hidden from Alto. “Okay, we will take it.” Alto clenched his fist, having a very quiet victory to himself. Money that was given in such a fat amount would make most ponies feel more than cheerful. Harp Hearts stood up and Bastion gave her the saddle pack. Alto was about to follow his friend when High Brass gestured him over.
“Need anything from me before I go,” Alto asked.
“Just a quick question,” High Brass said. “Do you really think stallions will think differently of me if they know the truth?”
“I can answer that with another question: what have you got to lose? Every stallion hates you. Might as well try and have a few like your intentions. But only time will tell.” Both stallions shook hooves, an act Alto thought he would never do with High Brass. Alto went over to his friend, the saddle pack settled on Harp Hearts. Her mare bounced a little, trying to guess how much wealth was in the pockets. “Having trouble with carrying that?”
Harp Hearts grinned at Alto, “Would you want to carry this girly pack, Mr. Strong?”
“I- would rather not.” Both Alto and Harp Hearts made for the door before saying their farewells. “I'll see you at school when you recover.”
“Let’s be on good terms when I return,” High Brass said back. “And Harp Hearts?”
“Yes?” the mare asked.
“Take care.” Harp Hearts nodded at the comment before facing Alto. They exited the room and saw High Brass’ friends still waiting to be called.
“Quite the talk,” Spearmint commented as they passed.
“You all will be getting one, too,” Alto said, and a storm of chatter began among the mares. Nopony lead them to the door. It was quite easy for them to navigate the estate and leave. As the two approached the gate, Alto asked, “Where would you like to go first, Harp Hearts?”
She hummed, her head tilting this way and that. “I would suggest the spa,” she sang. “I'm sure you would love to ease yourself and forget about last night.”
The last thing Alto wanted to move on was from last night, but he didn't want to be reminded of it. “I like the idea. It would help me forget many things.” He frowned, the kiss with Harp Hearts still bittersweet on his lips.
“I didn't mean to remind you about-” Harp Hearts sagged her head. “Sorry if I hurt old wounds.”
“It's fine. There we were both hurt and bothered by the night’s previous events.”
The mare bumped into Alto, her cheeks flushed and lips smiling, “The kiss we had was at least the best thing we had.”
Alto fought the urge to playfully tease Harp Hearts for her improper wording, and instead said, “Yes, it was.”
The gate opened with ease and Alto held it open for Harp Hearts. A mare was there with some flowers in her hoof. She placed it with the other get well gifts for High Brass. When she noticed Alto, she said, “Oh, it's you!”
“Me?” Alto asked. He looked at her and noticed her immediately. The sherbert-orange coat and glasses gave her away. “I remember you.”
“Who is she?” Harp Hearts asked. The visiting mare flushed and looked like she was about to flee like a startled deer.
“An admirer,” Alto answered. “Do you remember the pink rose I had on last night?” Harp Hearts nodded for an answer. “When I was heading back to the quad, she gave it to me.”
“M-my name is Single S-Scoop, as in one scoop of ice-cream, if you wanted to know.” The mare pawed at the path, nervous by the encounter.
“Ooooo,” Harp Hearts sang, “somepony likes you, Alto.” Naturally, Alto and Single Scoop flushed and both wanted Harp Hearts to not further embarrass them.
“I just liked his song a lot,” Single Scoop said. “Alto’s song is the second most talked about thing around the school.”
“The second?” Alto said, more curious about the actual most thing talked about. “What about the most?”
“High Brass,” Single Scoop answered. “Some are talking about how he was attacked but is now safe, which is why I came by to give my condolences. Others are talking about…” The mare pointed a hoof at Harp Hearts, “...you and how High Brass apparently upset you.” The mention of rumors circling herself worried Harp Hearts. “I didn't mean to upset you or… be a bother. I just thought you might know. Our classmates might try and approach you and, well, confirm things.”
“It's okay…” Harp Hearts muttered, not wanting to listen to the details of her rumor. She looked to her friend, the mare wanting to flee, “I want to go to the spa now.”
Alto rested a hoof on Harp Hearts’ shoulder, “Then let’s go.” He faced Single Scoop and nodded, “Thanks for the heads up. I'll know what to expect if somepony tries to talk with us.”
“Okay,” Single Scoop squeaked. Alto and Harp Hearts walked close to one another, at the ready for potential gossipers hiding in a bush or stalking on the rooftops. They were about to round a block when Single Scoop called, “And one more thing, Alto!” The mention of his name stopped Alto from proceeding. “Mares are calling you a hero for finding High Brass’ kidnappers!”
Alto did nothing to respond and continued to walk with Harp Hearts. The pink pony gave her friend a grin, “You hear that? You're a hero.”
“All I did was walk down the right street. I am no hero.”
“I disagree. You have saved me from sadness and hurt many times, Alto. I will always consider you one.” The compliment warmed Alto’s breast and he wrapped an arm around Harp Hearts.
“And so are you.”
The End.
Author's Note
To the reader: Please read this. If you managed to find your way to the end of this story, then hear my thoughts.
Wow... I can't believe it. Somehow, I cannot believe it. I finally finished uploading this story. I finished writing this story in summer, but it is still a shock to know that I am closing the cover of this book.
As I write this closing statement, I feel a bittersweet tingle in my heart. It's 4 in the morning and I am listening to the Animal Crossing New Leaf soundtrack, trying to get myself in the reflective mood spirit.
I am so glad I chose to wait for the story to be at least halfway written or else it might have fallen prey to lack of attention because very few to give a damn about a story with fan characters no one cares about. No doubt if I had a flashy commissioned cover art it would grab some attention. Maybe I should do that despite it being finished.
But this story is not about getting views. I knew from the start it was not going to be something that catches the eye. This story was created because of Blooming Romance . You can go read it if you like, but don't get upset with me because I lead you to a story that has been on a long hiatus, and may never update. Still, that story motivated me to this day.
Every time I started writing Seconds Late, and every time I uploaded a new chapter, I was always remembering my source of inspiration. As the months went on and as I kept writing, I was eagerly waiting for closure on Blooming Romance, further igniting my passion. Funny how, instead of getting angry or upset with Otaku, the absence of attention to the story made me hungry for a resolve. And I let my starvation take control, which lead me to complete my story.
Some may have given up on this story because barely anyone reads this story. But I kept thinking to myself as I wrote Seconds Late, "How would my readers feel if I left them hanging on a note and not give them what they desire?" My readers are precious to me and it would be very shameful for myself to keep them from the end. Writing is my passion. And I will die a writer.
As of 2017, this story is my pride and joy; a project I am glad to see finished. The big tragedy of Seconds Late, however, is that I planned on making a much bigger and longer story. Seeing that it is not the most cherished fan fiction, I now need to focus on my bigger projects and not continue with Seconds Late unless people care for more; that's just how writing goes. If people care, more would most likely come.
The one thing I want to say to Enigmatic Otaku is a warm thank you. I stumbled across your story over a year ago, not knowing how it would change me or influence my story. No, this is not a message to beg you for a new chapter. Your inspiration is not mine. You write when you want to. How dare I tell you to hurry up on something you do for leisure. But I will shamefully admit I would love it to be finished. If you actually took the time to read my story, then wow... thank you. If you didn't, that's fine; you don't have to care. All I wish is for you to read this message and know that your writing created a story no one will remember, but will be loved by those who were touched by it, just like how yours did to me.
Well... This is truly the end for Seconds Late. But before I part, I want to thank the following:
So I thank my readers and my commenters for reading to the very end. And again, I thank Enigmatic Otaku for your story.
God Bless.
Harp Hearts waited impatiently for the two stallions to return; specifically for Alto and his strange behavior. Her hoof tapped to a tune that sung in the mare’s head. She gandered to where the Alto and High Brass left. To her surprise and relief, saw them smiling at each other as they approached.
Harp Hearts briskly made her way over to them, and asked with a sly look, “So, what did you two talk about?”
High Brass smiled at the pink pony, “Why, to thank me for making you happy. Didn't Alto whisper that into your ear before he and I left?” Alto nodded in agreement, plastering a half smile on his lips. The rich pony gave Alto a hard push, and continued, “Part of me did worry that he was trying to beat me up.” High Brass scratched the back of his head. “Maybe I should have had Bastion come along.”
“You can go and get her in case we have another talk again,” Alto said, almost wanting him to go get Bastion. Then again, it was best if she stay away; the mare can be quite cruel to those who might look at High Brass funny.
Harp Hearts giggled at the joke, “Oh don't you worry about Alto. He is the last stallion I would expect to get into a hoof fight with somepony.”
High Brass laughed but squinted an eye at Alto suspiciously. “I would hope.” Even after all the things I said, you still think I would act irrationally… “Anyways, he was glad with how I treat you and make you happy. Alto just wanted to be sure I keep it that way.”
“I am certainly glad he feels that way,” Harp Hearts said.
I would also like to tell you how I really feel about High Brass, but I’d rather not state that now. Alto looked to the stage, knowing he was needed. “I will be off you two.”
“Alrighty.” Harp Hearts gave Alto a friendly embrace. “Have fun.”
“And have a night to remember.” Alto held the mare’s shoulders, seeing his reflection off her eyes. He turned around, violin case gripped hard in his hoof. “Bye.”
“Goodbye!” Harp Hearts cheered back.
Going around to the back of the stage, he sat at a plane white chair, and opened his case. Without realizing it, a few stallions stared at him. He looked up and noticed their spotlights. “Gentlecolts,” he nodded, thinking they were going to greet his arrival.
A pony stepped forward from the stallions. “How’s it going?” Woodwind asked quietly, afraid to upset his friend.
Alto levitated his musical piece from the violin case and scanned over the title and lyrics. “Does it matter?” He stood up and grabbed his bow and violin, brows furrowed with seriousness. “We are here to perform perfection, not muddle in my grief.” Before stepping onstage, he looked at the other stallions. “Don't feel sorry for me. Harp is happy. That's all that matters.”
***
Several hours went by quickly for Alto and the others. They had fun with their first experience performing at an open event. Somepony had the idea to do a request from a hat, which ended with the cap filled with ripped paper in no time. In other words, a hoof full of the songs were anything but romantic; the only thing that was not done was singing; that was for later. Alto had the misfortune to play Flight of the Bumblebee, but managed to entertain the crowd with his talent.
Another pony wanted to have a tip jar set on display, but a mare rejected the thought; she didn't want the band members to get into a quirl if not everypony got an even amount.
Every so often, Harp Hearts would come around and ask Alto when he would perform his solo. The stallion kept telling her that the performance would be at 11pm. However, the persistent mare insisted that he play it early for her; she wanted to hear that “perfect” song.
It tickled Alto’s stomach when Harp Hearts said his performance and song was going to be more than perfect. Harp Hearts was always telling him to expect a mistake, even with years of practice. This time, however, the pink pony was saying something different. And Alto couldn’t disagree.
A cheer from the crowd arose, hooves stomping on the makeshift stage as a trio onstage finished their piece. “Another thanks to our three performers, and the rest of those who have played tonight, myself included,” Alto spoke into the mic. He hated talking into the thing, his p’s booming in the speakers. But the stallion pressed on, “Now, the band members performing for you tonight are preparing for our Hearts and Hooves performance. It will begin at 11; fifteen minutes from now. Don't be late or forget your date.” Alto grinned, speaking low into the mic, distorting his voice, “That means you, stallions.”
The crowd had a laugh before applauding again.
Alto placed the microphone back on its stand and exited the stage. The teacher stood at the center of the cramped space they called a backstage. “Alright, everypony!” Mr. Tenor exclaimed. “Gather ‘round.” Every band member clustered around him like children drawn to a torn up pinata, ready to jump at the sight of a shiny wrapper. “I must say, I am quite impressed with you all. This has been quite the evening with the addition of request from a hat idea.” Several ponies spoke up, claiming they were the one who invented the concept, but were quickly hushed.
“In fact,” Mr. Tenor continued, “I am so impressed, I think Alto would agree that tonight has been full of perfect performances.”
Eyes quickly found the stallion. Alto didn't flinch at the suddenly drawn attention, and instead, embraced it. He shrugged, half smiling, “I disagree.”
“Oh…?” The teacher scrunched his brows, “Why do you say that?”
“Our pianist played a false note on one of their impromptus. So, almost perfect.” A paper lightly bounced off Alto’s head and laughter quickly escaped everypony.
Mr. Tenor rolled his eyes, “Regardless of false notes, it has, once again, been a wonderful night. You all have a great future ahead. And- it makes me p-p-proud.” Large tears rolled down the instructor’s face.
Seeing their instructor shed tears of happiness, the band members swarmed Mr. Tenor. They complimented him, saying things like “best teacher ever,” and “learned from the best,” while engulfing him with arms. Alto couldn't disagree with his peers. Mr. Tenor has helped Alto perfect his skills beyond his previous ability. The least Mr. Tenor deserved is a hug.
With sappy emotions fully exhausted, the teacher instructed everypony to get the stage set up. Instead of doing what he was told, Alto slipped out the back to get a breath of fresh air.
“Alto!” The stallion almost yelped at Harp Hearts’ sudden appearance.
“Sweet Celestia, you scared me!” Alto flushed when he noticed High Brass’ entourage was giggling at him, their dates laughing along as well. High Brass wasn't smiling at all, most likely bothered his friends had their stallions surround him. “How has your night been?” Alto asked, able to still his heart.
“It has been a wonderful time!” Harp Hearts squealed, snapping her head toward her date. “He has treated me so well.” Her eyes faltered, “Even if I don't deserve High Brass and his kind words.”
“You deserve a lot of things.” He, however, does not deserve you- Just the simple thought that crossed Alto’s mind felt poisonous. Alto did feel like he deserved Harp Hearts to himself, but knew that would put him on the level of entitlement. After everything he is, Alto does not deserve the slightest attention from Harp Hearts, yet, she gives it anyways.
She still cares a lot about you, Alto. Just keep supporting her happiness, even if it kills you; or beats you upside your head.
“Speaking of deserve…” Harp Heart’s began. Alto almost flinched, worried if the pink earth pony can read minds. “...I think we all need to hear that song of yours.” High Brass’ group of mare's nodded in agreement. The mares’ dates just glanced at one another, keeping quiet.
“She is really eager to hear you sing, too,” Emerald Shard, a crystal pony, said. Her stallion nodded in agreement, but kept his mouth closed. He was too busy being angry at High Brass.
The caramel stallion shook his head, grinning, “You all really want to hear my piece, don't you?”
“You did just announce that the band is setting up for its performance.” Harp Hearts bumped her elbow into her friend’s ribs. “We can hear your perfect voice from across the campus.”
It was too hard to resist. Alto cleared his throat, and said in a very low tone, “Well, I do try.” The mares giggled amongst themselves, while High Brass stood in his golden outfit with little emotion.
Before Alto could speak any further, a mare came from behind the stage and snagged his ear. “Where in the hay have you been, Mr. Perfect?” The pain was too great as Harsh Note began to drag him toward backstage and Alto had no choice but to walk with her. “Just because you are obsessed with perfection, doesn't give you the right to wonder off and let us do the work.”
Harp Hearts went on the offensive and interjected Harsh Note’s way. “Don't you be mean to him!”
“He! ” Harsh Note exclaimed, tugging hard on the ear in her hoof, “needs to help along with everypony!”
Finally, High Brass moved from his spot, intervening with the querulous mares. “Ladies, please,” he spoke calmly. Instantly, both ponies halted their angry emotions; Harsh Note didn't remove her grip from Alto’s ear, however.
“Oh, H-High Brass!” From what Alto could see from his twisted vision, the usually hot headed pegasus flushed, not sure what to do.
High Brass placed a hoof on Harp Hearts’ shoulder and smiled at the mare. “I do agree that Alto shouldn’t have walked off from his duties.”
Of course you would stand up for the assertive one… Alto rolled his eyes while trying to get himself comfortable with a twisted neck.
“However…” High Brass looked at Harsh Note with a kind, yet serious stare. “...I don’t think pulling on somepony’s ear would be the best way to get them to do something.” He leaned into Harsh Note’s ear, whispering loud enough for Alto to hear, “Even if they deserve it.” If he could, Alto would have kicked the mean stallion in the leg; just enough to leave a bruise on that perfect white coat of his.
Harsh Note nodded and removed her grip but didn’t feel any remorse for her actions. “Just come backstage and help us out.” She glanced at High Brass with a simple smile before scurrying away.
Alto rubbed his reddening ear. It stung and felt like it was about to fall off. “She can be very mean sometimes,” Harp Hearts spoke in a huff, her cheeks puffed with anger.
“Alto wouldn’t have gotten it from her if he wasn’t slacking on his work,” High Brass argued back calmly.
The mare shook her head, “Just because you don't like somepony, doesn't mean you have to hurt them,” Harp Hearts responded. High Brass glanced at Alto, keeping his eyes fixed on him.
You could learn a thing or two from Harp Hearts, Alto thought. The stallion continued to keep his mouth shut; no need to cause any drama in front of a bunch of mares and their dates. Alto was the first to look away, no longer wanting to resume the unwanted stare down. “Well, got to get back to work,” Alto said to Harp. The two exchanged hugs before the stallion made his way backstage.
He heard voices from behind, “Has anypony seen Spearmint?”
“She said she would bring her date to the group.”
Weekend mornings always began in the same order: make the bed, tidy up the studio apartment, and have breakfast. Alto stood at his stove, cooking pancakes, a favorite his mother used to make for him as an award. Now, the morning meal was nothing more than a simple dish.
The toast popped from the toaster, the bread perfectly brown. Alto smiled, happy with the shade of golden-brown he preferred. For weeks, the stallion had to fight the blasted contraption before getting it to the proper temperature he wanted.
A white magical silhouette shrouded the toast, pulling them from the toaster and onto a plate. Alto flipped his three pancakes, admiring how well-rounded they were. Cooking was a nice exercise for Alto. It helped clear his mind, focusing on what was in front of him. And after last night, Alto didn't want to think about anything but his meal.
His eyes glanced at the round clock stuck to the kitchen wall. It read, “11:17 am.” Despite the late start to his day, Alto could feel his eyeballs itch from exhaustion. Sleep evaded him for most of the evening; and when it found him, Alto was shrouded with nightmares.
After removing the finished pancakes from his skillet, Alto let out a sigh, “The things I had to do last night...” Words from the previous night echoed in Alto’s brain. Don’t worry, we won't kill him. We just want the High Brass we all know to disappear. Why Orange was being so vague with what he meant, Alto didn't know. What Alto did know was High Brass was being dealt with.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Alto flinched at the spontaneous sound, losing the grip on his spatula. He wasn't expecting anypony to come to his estate, and he worried if it was trouble knocking at his door.
“It's me, Alto!” a familiar voice called from behind the door.
Harp Hearts? The stallion scratched his chin, wondering if word had already gotten to her. Or perhaps she was checking in on him. Whatever it may be, Alto wasn't expecting anypony.
Upon opening the door, a body of pink lunged at Alto. Harp Hearts clung to her friend, squeezing with a grip that could crush several walnuts. “I heard about what happened last night,” she spoke, worry and sadness gripping at her throat.
Alto returned the gesture, holding onto her as he did the night before. Her hair pink and white curly mane bunched against his face. He didn't mind. Harp Hearts mane, however, didn't block out the pony standing behind her.
***
The beam smacked against the cobblestone ground, the sound clapping off the walls. High Brass had his eyes clenched tight as if the night sky was blinding him. When he realized pain had not been delivered, the rich pony opened his eyes to see the wooden stick mere inches from his white snout.
“You missed…” Orange mumbled with disappointment.
Alto’s body rose up and down, taking in deep breaths through his teeth. The beam in his grip shook, frustration being the reason. “You put me… through a lot of misery, High Brass,” Alto said, trying to keep a straight composure, but failed. “You have no idea… what…” His voice began to choke, “...what hell I had to tread through.”
High Brass blinked, his eyes on the floor he uncomfortably rested on. He mumbled something before looking up at Alto. “You killed any chances I had with Harp Hearts,” Alto continued. Somehow, the unicorn managed to smile. “That's right! I confessed my love to my best and closest friend as I walked her home.” The rich pony muttered something louder than his usual voice. “Harp Hearts is home safe. How she is currently feeling, I don't know.” High Brass hummed, his brows bent like a suppressed bridge pressed down by too much weight.
“If you are going to just talk to him,” Orange imputed, “then-”
“Let him talk,” Mouthless interjected. “We all had our words to say to High Brass. I think we owe it to Alto that he express his frustration against this rich boy.”
Orange grumbled, “If anything gets in the way of my plan, I will make you all disappear…”
Alto wanted to ask Orange what he meant by “disappear,” but continued his one-way conversation with High Brass. Questions were for later. “As I was saying, Harp Hearts now knows my feelings. But we are going to stay friends. You want to know why?” High Brass couldn't keep eye contact with Alto, which frustrated the unicorn. “Because of you! You stole her from me because you thought I was too dangerous for her, didn't you?” He waited for High Brass to mutter something. The rich pony did nothing but lay still. “And just so you know, you really spooked her. And now she doesn't want to be in a relationship; because of you! ” Alto threw the beam down the alley, quickly being swallowed by a trash can’s shadow.
“I did nothing wrong to you, High Brass. Aside from disliking your attitude and the rumor that hunted your tail, I brought no harm to you. You thought it was better for Harp Hearts to be with you because I was somepony unredeemable. So you stole her away from me with your good looks, fortune, and popular status.”
Alto took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself down; he didn't want to get carried away and actually hit High Brass in a fit of anger. “The only good you did was make Harp Hearts happy. At least you managed that but at my own expense…”
“So now that I see you beaten and bruised, I- I take back what I said about you being physically hurt. Being a witness to somepony else's bruises disgusts me; I can’t bear the sight of somepony’s pain, even yours. I don't think anypony should go through what you had just experienced. I honestly think Harp Hearts telling you off was the best treatment you needed.”
“I can’t believe I am saying this as well, but… I forgive you… regardless of everything you had done. You want to know why I forgive you?” Nopony made a sound; not even High Brass. “Because I'm not going to hold onto the past and be crippled by it. I'm no bully, nor an oppressor. I’m not you. And I think for our sake, this is what Harp Hearts would want: for us to not hate one another. Besides, I have seen enough hurt for one night, let alone experience I’ve myself. I just want to move on from tonight.”
Alto heard the other ponies talk among themselves, discussing his current words. “Do believe my words?” High Brass nodded, mumbling words behind his covered mouth. “This doesn't make us friends, just so you know…” High Brass nodded again. “Also, you, I, and Harp Hearts are going to have a sit-down and talk about your behavior toward me.”
“I don't think you are going to have that talk,” Orange spoke, the air suddenly dense with tension. The unicorn looked at the pegasus, not sure what to expect.
Alto swallowed, “What were you planning on doing to High Brass?” The mask-wearing ponies appeared more intimidating than before, despite Smile and Frown conveying emotions opposite of fear.
“We are going to make him disappear,” Orange replied, his tongue speaking the truth.
“As in kill him?” Alto and High Brass exchanged looks, worried that was the case.
Orange flashed his sinister smile once more, “Don't worry, we won't kill him. We just want the High Brass we all know to disappear.”
Alto didn't dare to move, fearing any sudden movement would trigger a quick response from the mob. “But I am a witness to your crime. What do you plan to do with me?”
“You , my friend, are going to stay quiet while we take High Brass somewhere else and dispose of him,” Orange spoke, stepping forward. His brows creased, eyes sharp enough to cut with his stare alone.
Alto dared to reply with, “And if I refuse?” The unicorn’s pulse pounded in his ears.
Orange’s henchponies looked at one another, their faces hiding their true emotions. “If you refuse,” Orange answered, “then I will make you disappear as well.”
Neutral was the first to step forward. “This isn't what we agreed to! We were supposed to only take High Brass only. Alto is-”
“Alto happened to come across us and somehow forgive the damn rich pony!” Orange barked. “I was expecting him to be on our side, not be some saving grace!”
“There has to be another way,” Frown begged. His mask’s eyes faced Alto. “Please, just keep quiet and let us be rid of this thief. Like you said, you want this night to be over. Just walk out of this here alley and forget you ever saw us.”
Orange held up a hoof to prevent anypony else to speak. “I think I have a way that will keep your tongue from speaking the truth, Alto. And I know even High Brass will want you to stay quiet as well.” A wide grin nearly touched the pegasus’ ears as Orange began to madly giggle. Alto looked down at the grounded pony, not sure why Orange was mentioning High Brass. The laugh, however, was a sure sign that something devious was conceived.
“If you refuse to stay quiet, Alto,” Orange said, his smile never faltering, “I will make your precious Harp Hearts disappear. How does that sound?”
A freezing bite of fear ran down Alto’s spine. His eyes widened, frightened for his friend’s safety. Alto thought his heart would never race in such a nervous fit after confessing his love to Harp Hearts. He was wrong.
Again, ponies began to speak out against Orange. “You need to keep her out of this!” Happy spoke, his voice not conveying his mask’s emotion. Alto silently agreed.
“I refuse to work for you if you go through with that plan!” Neutral added, his mask too, not expressing his voice.
Before anymore mutiny could spread, Orange glared at the others. “And I don't suppose you think you will be safe after you deceive me?” The bell of silence rang loudly, pleasing Orange once all had settled down. “For months, we have waited in the shadows for High Brass to finally be separated from his blasted guard. Finally, our patience has paid off. Finally, we can all get what we want.”
Orange waited for somepony to speak up, but none attempted to squeak out an argument over the pegasus’ words. “The last thing I want is for my efforts to go to waste! And if it does…” He stamped down his hoof, “Not even the caves below Canterlot will echo your cries for help!”
With his threat loud and clear to his henchponies, Orange returned his attention to Alto. “So, will you speak up and allow the friend you love vanish?”
High Brass twitched like a fish out of water, loudly mumbling incoherent muffled words. Alto snapped his head at the rich pony, watching High Brass aggressively shake his head.
Alto dared to say, “Do you want me to stay quiet? For Harp Hearts’ sake?”
“Mmhmm,” High Brass answered.
“But what about you…?” Alto asked. Both stallions frowned, realizing the severe reality of sacrifice. Again, High Brass mumbled something, then returned his gaze to the ground.
“It seems High Brass wants you to do what I say,” Orange spoke, his tone mocking Alto. “Are you going to listen to him in order to protect the one you love?”
Hot and cold emotions shook Alto to the core. “You won't get away with this.”
Laughter erupted from Orange,” Like I haven't heard that one before!”
Despite his courageous exclamation, Alto knew there was nothing to be done. The ponies around him stared with plastic faces, silent like the crawling legs of flies. All Alto could do was stare down at High Brass, outnumbered by mask-wearing ponies.
High Brass mumbled some more, his brows creased as he squirmed around in his bind. It was difficult for Alto to determine if High Brass was angry at Orange, or worried about Harp Hearts’ safe, or anything else that may involve leering at somepony.
Hurt with his ultimate decision, Alto said, “I'll stay quiet…” The rich pony nodded in approval, not begging for Alto to have a second opinion.
“Good,” Orange replied bluntly. “Now leave!” he ordered, gesturing the unicorn to head for the streets.
At a snail’s pace, Alto walked passed Orange and the masked ponies. Smile moved to pat the stallion, but Alto jerked his shoulder away like a fisherpony yanking at his disturbed rod.
The road to freedom was inches from Alto; and he would have to walk it alone, while High Brass remained behind to “disappear.”
As he stepped into the streets, the streetlights bore clear white light onto him.
