The symphonic bond

As the silence crept into the audience, Jazz heart raced as he waited for the names. Thoughts raced though his head, only Octavia one of the best rated string bass players, sat quietly and said nothing. Finally, the announcer spoke, "the winners of the 80th annual symphonic local finals are, Jazz and Octavia!" The audience cheered loudly for their two finalists. We both stood up and quietly walked to the stage, and the announcer placed the medals on their necks.

As we both trotted out the back-stage door, we we're taken bye carriage to the palace to have our own rooms for the Equestrian finals. As we were flying I just could not sleep, my mind raced, and I looked over and saw Octavia peacefully lying her head on my shoulder, sleeping. I just stopped, and all my thoughts we're pushed away. I tried to shift over a little to get comfortable, but she would wake up if I did. So I just lied my head on her's and drifted off to sleep.