Started writing a green, lost motivation to finish it after Celestia narrated a better idea to me while I was taking a nap. I'm not even kidding.
>You are Anon, and before you stands a rather anxious pony.
>Despite her experience, your marefriend Octavia Melody still has occasional cases of stage fright.
>Not that you can blame her. Being chosen as one of the ponies representing the Canterlot Philharmonic Orchestra is a pretty big deal. Not to mention playing before the Princesses themselves.
>One look at her state convinces you that this cannot stand.
"You practiced diligently until this point, didn't you?"
>"This is true, bu-"
>Before she can speak any further you bring your finger against her snoot, a blush slightly forming on her face.
"Tavi, you are the most talented mare I've had the pleasure of meeting. Do you know how many ponies adore your performances?"
>Octavia stays silent, looking directly at you.
>Her amethyst eyes and weak smile don't convince you, however.
>Time to redouble your efforts.
>Bringing the now significantly more flustered mare closer to you, you begin gently scratching her ear.
"I'm sure you can do it. Don't be afraid to believe in yourself a little."
>The grey pony decides to rest her soft body against your chest, a genuine smile forming on her face.
>You can smell a pleasant fragrance of tea, although it's not too overbearing.
"And even if you fail, you can always call it an artistic expression. I heard some Manehattan 'artists' using it to conceal their rather... mediocre abilities."
>You hear a small giggle, then see a beauty looking at you once again.
>"Thanks Anon, I really needed to hear that. I suppose we still have time, shall I brew some tea?"
"That would be lovely."
>Seeing the smiling mare fills your heart with joy. No matter how long you were together, the flaming desire to make her happy didn't decrease at all.
>Mission accomplished. Now you only need to wait for the recital.
>You find yourself in an orchestra.
>Perhaps you didn't get the best possible spot, but you still had a pretty good view at the performers.
>After listening to other musicians you notice that Octavia will be performing mere minutes from now.
>Standing up during the break, you decide to give her the final push she may need.
>You find the grey mare with her cello near the backstage.
>Her ears perk up when she sees you, with a light smile across her face.
>"Anon? What are you doing here?"
>You don't say anything and instead pull her into a deep hug.
>Whether it was to calm her, or you down is unknown but it certainly worked.
>She embraces you tightly with her hooves.
>Soft coat brushes against your chest as she releases a sigh of contentment.
>A minute or two pass before you decide to break the silence.
"Break a leg, Tavi."