The cheerful melody that the Canterlot chapel’s bells made offers no comfort to me, I’m nervous beyond measure. Today’s the big day. It’s our big day.
Stage fright, that moment right before your solo at a large concert, where so much rides on your performance. I’ve been in that situation, and that anxiety can’t even compare to this.
I really wish I could see him now, but it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding. I most certainly don’t want that.
My superstitions may be silly, but they’ve never turned me wrong before.
My closest friend is there, helping me prepare, “You look beautiful.” I turn to the mirror. The dress is stunning, I can’t believe Spectair had it hoofmade just for me. I’m lucky to have him.
In music there is no such thing as luck, everything comes down to practice, skill, and dedication. Also passion, without passion the rest is meaningless.
I’m not even sure why I’m nervous, but butterflies have taken residence in my stomach and my heart is pounding. Yet I’m excited, it is nearly time for me to begin my new life with him, the most wondrous pegasus I know.
Music is often split into movements, and each movement has a different emotion or idea connected to it.
Somepony walks in “It’s almost time, are you ready?” I try my hardest to relax, deep breaths and calm thoughts, but it’s hopeless. My knees are shaking in anticipation.
I’m about to end one movement of my life, one that, until recently, has been lonely. And now I will continue on with the rest of the piece which is my life.
I’ve been disowned by my family, and therefore my father wasn’t there to walk me down the aisle. However, Spectair’s dad was kind enough to act in my father’s stead. “My oh my, Spectair sure was lucky to find you.” He jokes as I approach the doors to the chapel. I feel myself blush, if anyone’s lucky it’s me.
And here it was, behind the doors I’d find the beginning of my new life. Even with years of performances and solos, I still find my confidence to be at an all time low at this moment.
The march begins to play and the doors open. We begin the long walk across the room to the distant pulpit. A sea of faces turns to see me.
In all honesty I never really liked the sound of the organ, I much prefer the piano. I’m just thinking of anything to take my mind of the current situation.
I look forward and remember why I’m here in the first place. He’s standing there in front of the chapel in his tuxedo, looking fancy and whatnot. I actually think the formal clothes make him look adorable.
It often helps me play better to remember why I’m playing in the first place; it’s because I love the music, and I love being able to share it. I’m here because I love him, and I want to be with him for the rest of my life.
Our eyes meet, and my heart skips. I give him a smile which he quickly returns. I slowly continue to walk.
When you can make someone smile with music, there is no greater feeling. To make someone smile, that’s all I want.
After an eternity of walking, I arrive at the front. Here I am, face to face with the love of my life. He’s perfect, and I can’t believe that after today I will be his. I begin to grin again, this time involuntarily.
Harmony, a beautiful musical technique where multiple parts are being played, but each part betters another. Alone, each line would be mediocre at best. But together, they make music.
He begins to recite his vows and I try not to look astonished. To think that he wants to be with me just as much as I want to be with him, it’s borderline ridiculous.
If this is a dream, don’t wake me. Then again, my dreams are always musical, and the ceremony was currently devoid of music. If he began singing his vows, then I’d have reason to worry.
“I do” As he speaks the words it takes no small effort on my part to resist the urge to jump for joy. That would not be very appropriate. Now it is my turn to speak my vows.
Unison, another musical technique that often follows harmony, when two voices join together to form one. It is one of the most beautiful sounds I know of. And it’s what is about to happen, two being joined as one.
When asked the fateful question I already know the answer, beyond any shadow of doubt, “I do” I wish I could say it enough times to show how much I truly mean it, but then we’d be here for a while.
I remember when he proposed. My heart sang and I could have sat there all day, just saying yes over and over. To me, words are never good enough. They’ve failed me time and time again. I guess that’s one reason I have such an affinity for music.
The crowd of ponies attending the wedding begin to cheer. He places a wing over me as we head outside where a carriage awaits to take us to the small cottage he bought.
It’s kind of funny, he tried very hard to make it clear that we could go wherever I wanted for the honeymoon, he made it clear money was no issue. However, that wasn’t really what I wanted. I just wanted it to be the two of us, far away from anypony else. We settled on a quaint cottage off in the countryside.
As we ride in the carriage, the rocking slowly lulls me to sleep. I hadn’t realized how tired preparing for the wedding had made me. As I drift off, I feel his wing wrap around me and I curl up next to him. I’m glad that I can be his for the rest of time.
Coda, a musical notation that signifies the end of one movement and the beginning of another. That’s where my life is now. So begins the next movement of my life, and with him by my side I’m quite looking forward to it.
