Classical Smoothness

by aerobolt

Rating: teen
Tags: Romance, Octavia, Slice of Life, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 4233

Blues is a pony with passion for jazz that comes across with another musician that sparkles a "tune"

A song writer, with passion for blues music and jazz works at a lounge bar that attracts more and more fancy high class ponies.
Blues keeps is style the same, playing what goes on his soul until a classy one takes his attention.

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Octavia was born in a rich family that lacked the bounds between them but always found comfort and shelter in the music she plays. But when Christmas comes, she notices her tunes becomes sad and empty.

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Craving for some temporarily changes on the music she played, Octavia accepts a proposal to perform, ending up meeting a "breath of fresh air"

Making the classical encounter the jazzier

Octavia x Blues (a.k.a. Noteworthy)
the picture i use was the one that inspired me to do this fic!

credits to PluckyNinja on DA the owner of this beautiful image

Published 2011-12-25 00:46:59 UTC
Last updated 2016-11-26 16:18:39 UTC

Just another day

The nights were cold now, filled with falling snow all over the place. Life continued as always, flowing everywhere with the approaching Christmas. Every single soul seemed to enjoy this time of the year. Somehow it was synonymous to be able to share something special with somepony or family. This emotion, which flowed in winter, was always a warm embrace and an escape from the cold outside. But even so, there are some that lack something warm, even in the comfort of their homes or in the company of others.

There are ones that find happiness on things, others try to find a meaning in life and some just wish to be complete.

For Blues, a blue earth pony it was just another year passing, nothing much to say, just the typical overjoyed fillies and colts filling the streets with such life. All hyper for Christmas.

The streets were also filled with light coming from the shops and lamps. Even with the falling snow, it gave a very warm feeling.

It was one of the seasons he most enjoyed. The cold seem to bring people together, not only physically but in other ways too.

Some colts passed by him all happy because they heard their parent talking about their presents. He couldn’t help but to chuckle. Blues was heading down the street, to the main square thinking about how those kids reminded him of his Christmas back at home.

He missed all the lively people back in his home town, always so cheerful. They like to spend most time together singing, playing music and tell old tales. Yeah, that was the good old times.

But things changed when some fancy high class guy came to his town and hired him to come to play to the big city. He could use the money and help the folk back there. And it wasn’t like they would get all emotional. Nah they were more than happy for him.

They say he had talent and could go around spreading a bit of their good old music.
Yeah, he missed them but he wouldn’t linger on that feeling for too long. Just like his type of music, he was mostly a collected and playful type, not the one to be too emotional on that part. Where he went he always made the others feel great with his funny accent and way of judging things. Sometimes short on words, that made some laugh so hard, other times he looked like he was telling a tale with a moral at the end.

He really liked to see the others laughing and having a good time. The thing he really didn’t like was to see ponies think too hard on problems or hanging in them. Blues always needed to take those things from their heads. He said we only lived once, so better enjoy whatever you can the best way you can.

*

Blues was heading to the bar where he used to play, bringing along his instrument, a saxophone. People called it his work, he called his “get away from reality” moment. He didn’t play because he was good at it or because he couldn’t do anything else to earn money. No, he played because he putted his soul onto it.

Every bit of the day that passed by his eyes, would turn into music that came from his soul, converged with his motion when he played. He had a strong passion for jazz. Smooth jazz to be exact. It was calm yet was lively, it was slow but made you want to get up and move, it was a smooth and bold at the same time. Yeah, jazz was his way to show himself.

He would normally play solo or sometimes with some other musicians, depending on the occasion. He also sang but this was rare because he didn’t like to sing solo. Blues said he felt like he was alone with no one to back him up. This would confuse some because when he sang there was always some other background musicians playing while he performed. His answer? When you play with an instrument it’s both you and your instrument facing the public, making you both the stars of the show while singing it’s just you and nothing else.

The bar, were Blues worked, had been through some drastic changes since he got to work there. First just a pub, with regular folk going in and out, but a few weeks later some fancier ponies come by and before he could tell, the pub turned into a lounge bar. Now it had a rather large stage, with a several lights on the ceiling and the floor to make the performances the main event in the bar. They could adjust the intensity of the lights to accompany the type of music, giving a nice setup. It also had a few gambling tables around but nothing like in a real casino and a second floor with view to the stage with a small bar. Around the edges of the second floor where also some plants that had a light coming from behind, making it seem like a small floating garden to the folk on the first floor. And, since the second floor had a U shape, it really gave a nice setup of the whole building with those extras.

There were also neon lights, placed at the bottom of the walls, making the room gain a very welcoming feeling. On this time of the year they emitted a golden glow that went very well with the red curtains that separated the tables on the side of the walls. The walls were red in the bottom section and brownish yellow all the way up to the ceiling where it had another small section of red. The ceiling had golden pardons of colors that were highlighted by the lights. The floor was dark red covered by a carpet that gave a smooth feeling.

The tables were crafted from oak with a surface of glass and borders made of some metal that resembled bronze. The coaches were nothing too much to brag about, made of black leather that fitted nicely into the bar.

Blues took his sweet time looking around, slowly forming a grin once he spotted the manager waving at him. Taking a slow pace, he walked to the counter to be greeted by the manager.

“Hey, hey, hey! How’s my man?” the manager said

“Eheheh. All good. You?” Blues spoke with his typical side smile, taking his scarf and carefully placing the saxophone in the floor

“Been very busy today. After we hired that new gal that’s going to perform with you tomorrow, things been pretty much very lively here” the manager was referring to a mare that the owner of the bar was trying to get in here. She seemed too classy to be playing this type of music but who was he to judge her. “Seems our new customers are here to see what to expect for tomorrow’s performance”

“Sounds I got play for their liking huh?”

“Nah! Just do your stuff! You’ll be fine.” He ducked behind the counter to bring a golden bottle, it was a 15 year scotch “single?”

“Make it double. I’ll give them a special round if you know what I mean!” he chuckled while thinking what music to play. Blues looked around to see the new customers that were sitting in the leather coaches. Most seemed high class with all their suits and fancy dresses.

“Ice?” the manager filled his glass with the golden content

“Hmm… Nope, all natural today.” He was trying to see if something got his attention amidst the ponies around. And it wasn’t long before he spotted something. At first he just glanced like she was a total stranger, such simple yet elegant mare, not all fancy just classy.

“I think somepony got your attention.” The manager grinned while taking a look to where Blues was looking “Oh! That one? Isn’t she the one that his going to play with you?” this brought Blues to his senses

“I dunno, is she?” He looked back to the manager

“I think so… That’s the one that the boss was trying to get here to perform with you. Haven’t you already met? I mean, you must have already practiced with her before right?”

“Nope. Seems the boss wanted this so bad that didn’t give us time to arrange a practice session. He always lacked patience ya know. I wonder how he managed to keep up his 17 year marriage with 3 kids along the road”

“You know him, when he wants something, it has to be in the moment. But that practice thing, isn’t that bad?”

“Nah. If she is all that good, this will be a run in the mill” he took his drink, slowly taking its strong flavor to his mouth then along the throat. This would make him lose up some steam that was starting to build inside.

“Well why you don’t go meet her. After all, I think she is her to see your performance as well”

“Damn! I don’t even know her but she already sounds like my mom.”

“Does your ‘mom’ get your attention that easily?” the manager was trying to fool around with him, Blues couldn’t help but to chuckle

“Does she! Hehe! Just not so… let’s say… in a very pleasant way. Well catch you later Red, I think I need to check out this gal” he waved to Red and went to the table where this mare was, totally forgetting the glass with the scotch. The manager looked to the glass and back at Blues

“Man oh man! He doesn’t even know her and she already got him this bad?! eheheh”

***
Blues was just about to reach her table when realized she was all alone. This was odd, people usually come here accompany by somepony to chill and relax while taking a drink or two, talking about mundane things. This was the usual thing around here. None the less since he had about an hour before performing Blues wanted this chance to know her. Something was off with her, she seemed away from earth. Probably in inner thoughts. He thought it was time to get her out of that trance that he didn’t like to see in ponies.

***

(Octavia P.O.V.)

Another Christmas going to be arriving soon and, yet again, I find myself not wishing anything. All because I have most things one could ask. I could say I was lucky to be born in a very wealthy family where material goods are not hard to acquire, even the more exquisite ones.

I can’t even complain about family issues, mostly because we don’t spend much time together and when we do, it seems rather odd. Father is always travelling with mother on some business trips… Those were always the excuses to get away from home. He could do everything from anywhere but always told me and my dear sister that it makes things more personal. My sister is also out, with her fiancé. Seems she is also living her own little world with her stallion.

And me? Left with all the “things” bought to fill that gap. Strangely enough the thing that filled that hole was something they couldn’t buy. Something that could only be felt, something so unique, something that came from the very soul. Music.

It’s not that I am much attached to my family or lacking their company. After all this years I got accustomed with that. But somehow I find myself thinking this over and over again. Then again, when I think too much, I spend my time with my cello playing to my heart’s content. Certainly not the most expensive thing I have in my possession but by far the most important one.

But right now I am clinging, rather, craving for singing just a vocal tune, nothing too elaborated. And also I’ve been playing a lot with a lighter counter part of the cello, the violin. I can’t grasp the reason why for the singing but for the violin, I can guess it’s only a fashion to my mind. Maybe because it’s less deep or less restrain… or maybe it’s just an excuse since nowadays when I grab my cello I seem to play slow sad tunes… lucky no one is home by now or this behavior of mine would arise suspicions to my wellbeing.

“Hey there miss! Mind if I join ya?” someone interrupted my inner toughs. I looked to the source of the voice and saw a blue stallion, funny how the low lights made him gain a certain glow around him. By the look of his mark I could tell he was a musician.

“Not at all, mister?” well I certainly could use the company of somepony to distract until the performance

“Name’s Noteworthy but most fellows call me Blues. Figures right?” he said with a grin, tilting his head to the side remarking his color and mark, he seemed the calm/funny type. Nice smile he has. “and what name follows such beautiful mare?” I could feel my cheeks getting warmer. Did he just call me beautiful?

“I am O-Octavia, pleasure to meet you” normally I would discharge any stallion that made any reference to my physical appearance out of the blue but somehow this one caught my off guard…

“The pleasure is all mine!” he took a sit on the coach in front of me “So, I take you are here to see the musician right? Seems most ponies are here to evaluate him or somethin’”

“Yes. You see, tomorrow I have to perform with another musician and I came here to see his work. Hope he is good as they say.”

“Well I bet he is thinkin the same thing right ‘bout now.” He chuckled. Definitely he was the calm/funny type. He was showing himself as a collected yet amusing person. This will sure be a nice company. Again that smile… “Say, are you all by yourself in here?” this question made my heart sink a tad. But I knew better then to show it off, so I quickly answered.

“Originally my parents were supposed to come but they had a last minute call to some business trip.” I really didn’t want to phrase the words ‘I am here all alone’. It would make me look ridiculous to some extent. And once again that smile of his… it made me forget a bit of this issue

“Well shame they couldn’t be here! They are going to miss a good show ya know?” his way of speaking was really intriguing and yet… smooth I think. It was refreshing to be near someone like him.

“Excuse me. I think you forgot this back at the counter.” A red unicorn with brown mane came near the table and placed a glass filled with some gold liquid.

“And I was just starting to get thirsty! Thanks Red!”

“Don’t mention, remember you have to be on stage in about 40 minutes. Don’t slack.” The red unicorn looked at me “Would you like something to drink miss?”

“A dry martin please. With ice and garnish” I wasn’t going to sit and watch him drink, at least I could do him some company with that. Something not too strong

“Very well. I will be right back.” With that he retreated to the counter. I looked back to Blues, he had a small grin, like he knew he was caught red handed. He grabbed his drink and took a sip. This grin I couldn’t grasp if I enjoyed or not… but I didn’t dislike it either.

“So I guess I have been talking to the musician I am supposed to play tomorrow all this time.” This was a surprise to say the least.

“Yes ma’am. Guilty as charged!” I couldn’t help but to smile, he really knew how to break any ice that could form between us. “Say, you aren’t mad are ya? I just wanted to chat normally before performin’. I really don’t like to get all technical and stuff before facing the crowed there.”

“No, it’s alright. I too, don’t like to get all… ‘technical’ before playing. I think music comes from within and talking about it just spoils it.” I didn’t know what was he referring to the technical but I got the idea that he didn’t want to talk too much about music. He looked the type that talked about his music when he played. To a certain extent, I was like him.

“Guess we think alike.” I hope he doesn’t realize this but I kind like his smile, such genuine thing. “Just out of curiosity, which kind of music you play?” I have to compose myself, I think I have spent a little too much time taking glances to his smile…

“Mostly I play neoclassic music with my cello or violin. But sometimes I like to play other types of music. Just to try them out”

“Seems to me you’re getting a bit tired of playin’ the same music. Ain’t ya?” this question, I don’t know if he was the first person to ask or not but It stroke me now… maybe this was the reason I was craving for sing and play with my violin. But then again I couldn’t say for sure

“I don’t know. Maybe I just want to try out other music styles. It’s always good for any musician to have such experiences”

“Eheh! True, true. And it’s also a good excuse to get a little… ‘get away’ from routine, isn’t it?” he winked at me. Putting emphases to the ‘get away’ part. At that I was a bit lost, I knew he was referring to the music ‘get away’ but in my mind he was also saying another type of ‘get away’… one with me. I felt the heat in my cheeks rising and also my heart start to pick up the pace

“Y-yes… very…” I was totally lost in my words, still living the utmost fantasy

“Excuse me miss, your martini” saved by the waitress, I couldn’t be more glad that he arrived with the drink

“Thank you very much” the moment he left I took a rather quick sip in the drink. Something told me this little chit chat was going to be more than just a time killer. And I was enjoying very much

***

(Blues P.O.V.)

Such a nice mare, hardly to believe she was all high class and fancy. But after that conversation it was time for me to be on stage. Ah got to tell, it’s been ages since I felt nervous to be up there. Not because of the VIP people here, nah I couldn’t give a damn about them… nope, all because of that classy one. Just that single one. It isn’t the first time other musicians come by to “evaluate” mah performance and when they did I would just do my thing like nothing special was going on.

I normally received good critiques with only a few dead beats saying otherwise but now I think I was more concerned about her reaction to this… dunno why… hope she likes it.

Got to check with the guys what are we going to play. I hope we stick with the instrumental part with a bit of a background mare voice to spice things up. Since the others already created the mood I think i can punch this show at my will

Hmmm guess we can play a bit of ‘Keith Jacobson - Song for Alannah’ and keep it the same music style for a while… but I also wanted somethin with a little bit more of solo to my side… I know I need to show her my style…

Hmm I hate thinkin’. Gotta focus on somethin, some word, some feeling… why am I so worked out?
Hmmm… oh man why do I only think bout romantic stuff now…

That’s it! Romantic! Hmmm let’s see… Oh yeah ‘Karu – Believe’! It’s smooth and yet bold if she gets my drift. I got to play my part and the guys have their own little time too!

Well time to roll the show...

A Night Sky

Everything was going nicely in the bar, ponies seem to be enjoying this last performance. Playing Koru - I Believe, Blues was flowing what was going on his mind into the tunes he played. Every time he played the room seemed to fill with his notes. Some ponies even stopped talking, to catch this last tune he was playing. It was relaxing and smooth. But most didn’t knew why it was addictive. They could only tell he was feeling the music. The way he grabbed his saxophone and played was in synch with the notes, the tunes that came out was one with his facial expression. Everypony was purely enjoying the music and the feeling that came along.

One in particular was feeling the music in more ways than the majority of them. She was sitting at one of the corners of the bar, with a single low light coming from above, holding a drink in her hoof. The room was dim now, going along with the music, highlighting the stage.
This wasn’t what captivate her… it was the way he played. Blues looked at her a few times and when he did, his notes came out smoother and yet stronger. This made her feel like the music was caressing her, gently brushing her face and mane. Sometimes she would close her eyes to feel his tunes flow into her.

For Octavia this was all new, she didn’t feel like she was an artist for so many years, she didn’t knew what she was at that moment, she was just so lost in his music. Her classy composer on the table was exchanged by a slicker one. She just wanted to feel his notes. Octavia was looking at him thinking how things in life were funny, she didn’t want to play here to begin with, she even didn’t know how things ended up like this but now, she was more than glad that she said yes.

He was so different than she imagined, surely he was like the typical stereo type of a musician of jazz but not like the one that popped out of her mind. She couldn’t put her finger but he was definitely something different than that lousy image she created.

Octavia kept wandering in her thoughts about him, nothing too solid since the music was blurring her ability to process words in her mind. The music was coming to a standstill, with the final notes played by him. She didnt knew if it was the alcohol taking its toll or his music but she was feeling odd. Octavia toke a rather slow sip on her drink, closing her eyes, feeling those final tunes. She half opened her eyes and looked to the stage. And there he was, feeling his music with his own motion. Octavia felt a shiver coming from her spine.

Taking a few seconds to realize that she was in a awkward posture for a high class pony she shoot up and compose herself. Looking around to see that nopony was looking at her, she let out a small sigh, wishing only that none had seen her in that lazy posture.

She looked back to the stage and didn’t saw Blues on stage. Thinking that he left rather quickly.

“Should I wait or should I leave? I already saw his performance” Octavia though but since the other musicians kept playing she could stay there with the excuse she was just relaxing. “Hope he doesn’t take too long…”

***

Blues was trying to rush himself, cleaning up his stuff in the back stage and heading to the manager in the counter.

“Well, well, well, I haven’t seen you play like that since… well, since I know you” Red was cleaning up a glass with a cloth. The typical waitress by the counter.

“Prob because I never asked a double before” Blues was referring to the scotch he drank before staging

“Or probably because some fancy gal got your attention” Red was trying to be serious but could help a little smile, he knew what was going on Blues mind. But still didn’t look at him, faking he was busy cleaning up the glasses.

“Oh man, don’t start. She is just gonna be work nothin more and you know that. Fancy people don’t mix up with the likes of common folk” Blues felt like he was lying somewhere in his words but he also knew that he wasn’t telling a whole lie.

“Oh really? Then I guess she must have eyed another musician in stage that played saxophone rather than you” Red didn’t look at him, he knew this would suffice as an justification

“She was eyeing on me?” he sounded like he was truly surprised, and he was.

“Don’t talk like you didn’t know, I saw you look at her too”

“well… yeah but…”

“But nothing, I know you for almost seven years Blues. So be gentlecolt and go pay a drink to that gal there and you can thank me later for the advice”

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