The life of Jazz

by internalwelter350

Chapter 4: The Day Of The Concert

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It was about a year later, since he got his cutie mark. but his parents died of a freak accident when they went to Canterlot for a vacation.

Jazz was heart broken as he was standing with a black suit on next to his parents graves. The thought of what happened made tears stream out of his eyes, he missed his parents more than anything. But now he knew they were watching over him he was being pulled away bye his teacher, she said he could make a speech at his solo concert. The thought of it made him shiver, but he nodded slowly.

   The day of the concert rolled along, and he still shivered as he was next, the announcer addressed his name and said that he has a speech that he has prepared for. As he slowly walked to the stage, his mentor was sitting in the front row and winked at him. He finally spoke, "I have gone through a lot as my life went on, but the day I found out my parents died." He looked up with a tear rolling down his eye. He spoke again with a shaky voice, "when I found my parents died, my heart was broken but that day my senses went down and I went suicidal. But after a few weeks, I sat on my bed thinking, and I learned my lesson that day. You have to let things go, and still keep the memory, but keep going. Worry about whats important...in life."

The crowd of ponies cheered loudly, and not any single one of then was not crying. Then he raised his voice and shouted, "I am now going to play a Celtic song called Oh Danny Boy." He got down from the podium and sat on his chair. He went silent and he played. A singer was singing the lyrics. Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountain side The summer's gone and all the roses falling It's you, it's you, must go and I must bide But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy, I love you so But when ye come and all the flowers are dying If I am dead and dead I well may be You'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an 'Ave' there for meAnd I shall hear tho' soft you tread above me And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be For you will bend and tell me that you love me

And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

As the song ended the audience cheered, and he stood up and bowed. And he thought of his favorite quote in his mind, I think music in itself is healing. It's an explosive expression of humanity. It's something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we're from, everyone...loves...music.

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