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TG&PM - A Lesson in Music (Octavia, unfinished)

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>You are Anonymous.
>You do not forgive.
>You do not forget.
>That's just how you've been.
>You live a...pretty normal life.
>You attend your local high school and are currently in the 11th grade.
>For some undecipherable reason, the majority of the students are female.
>Not that you're complaining.
>It's Thursday.
>Chickun arise. Arise chickun.
>Glancing at the clock, you note the time to be 6:30.
>'Fabulous. Nice and early.'
>Hopping out of bed, you look around your room for today's essential items.
>'Got gym today. Playin' that basketball. No need to be fat. But I DO need my sneakers...'
>After a second of scanning the room, you find your new pair of Nikes sitting on top of their box.
>As you get dressed, you toss them into your bag.
>Brush teeth. It is essential.
>'Aaaaannnnddd time for school....'
>You leave your room and promptly hop down the stairs 3 steps at a time.
>As you pass the living room, you stop.
>'The piano's looking...pretty good this morning...'
>You glance at the living room clock.
>6:45
"Wouldn't hurt to play for a bit."
>You pull out the bench and take a seat.
>Taking a deep breath, you start to play one of your favorite pieces.
>'Rondo Alla Turca.'
>'Let us begin.'
>Your fingers are moving sluggishly.
"This isn't a march...it needs to be faster."
>You will your fingers to play the notes faster but still try to maintain some form of control over the dynamics of the piece.
>Seconds seem to pass as you constantly correct yourself and find ways to improve the piece.
>You decide to finish up, ending the piece with a final, resounding chord.
"Huh...wasn't too bad. I need to work on keeping the chords from being too loud...best keep it forte and not fortissimo..."
>You glance at the clock again.
>7:30
"Ohhhh boy. I'm just about running late here."
>You pick up your bag and run out the door.
>You arrive at school after 15 minutes of brisk walking.
>You glance at your watch, noting that you have a good 5 minutes before class starts.
>'At least I wasn't late for Economics....'
>You walk into class and take a seat.
>"Good morning Anon! Good to see you're not late."
>Looking to your left, you see Twilight Sparkle give you a small wave.
"Good morning to you as well Twilight. I didn't get here as early as I would have liked. I...lost track of time."
>"Oh...were you...playing your piano again...?"
"..."
>"Don't worry about it! At least you weren't late for class. You did your homework right?"
"Yeah, yeah. No need to remind me of that."
>You put your bag on your desk, searching through it for last night's homework.
>Looking up stocks and predicting stock trends got boring. So you left your paper half-finished.
"Umm...Twilight? Can I...take a look at your paper for a minute?"
>Twilight rolls her eyes and gives your her homework.
>You take a few seconds to copy the 2nd half of the work you didn't do.
"Thanks. Won't happen again."
>"This is the 3rd time this week Anon."
"Sorry."
>"If I continue bailing you out like this...you need to do me some...favors."
"What sort of favors are we talking about here?"
>"Nothing inapropriate. I'm sure you'll be able to manage them."
"Fine..."
>"First thing...go look up stuff about our school's "orchestra". I hear they're looking to recruit new members."
"...Who was in charge of that again...? Octo...? Octy...? I keep forgetting."
>"It's Octavia, Anon. You can look for her after class. I'll let her know you're looking for her if I see her."
"...Yeah....thanks."
>"No problem! Time for class!"
>What feels like several years pass as Economics drags on.
>'So...BORING....'
>Looking over the class, you realize it had split into two groups.
>The group that was bored out of their minds and were half-asleep.
>And the group that was actually paying attention.
>The thing that concerned you was that the second group was made up of only Twilight.
>Suddenly, the bell starts ringing, signalling the end of class.
>Everyone gets out of their seats at once and begin walking out the door.
>"Anon! Don't forget!"
"Yeah, yeah, I won't forget."
>"No Anon! Octavia-"
>You close your eyes.
>Twilight's irritating you beyond belief for some odd reason.
"I'll look for-"
>You're interrupted as you walk right into someone.
>You're knocked off-balance and end up landing on top of whoever it was you bumped into.
>It was a softer landing than you though.
>'So...soft....soft...wait...'
>You immediately roll off of your unfortunate victim.
"I'm really sorry! That was an accident."
>You look at the girl you accidentally fell on.
>She has long black hair went halfway down her back.
>Her bangs were swept to one side.
>You feel your cheeks start to turn red.
>'She's really...beautiful...'
>"It's...quite alright I suppose. Just watch where you're going."
>Her speech makes her sound...like she was part of an upper class.
>You don't know how to describe it.
"Ummm...my name's Anonymous. Sorry we kinda got off on the wrong foot there..."
>"That's alright. My name's Octavia. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure's all mine. Wait...did you say your name is Octavia?"
>The girl just nods. You stand there, dumbfounded.
>'Finding her was easier than I thought...'
>"Anon! I was trying to tell you that Octavia was right in front of you!"
>You turn around and see Twilight standing there, hands on her hips.
>"You should really pay attention to where you're going. You can get somebody hurt!"
"Yeah...sorry about that. Anyway, Octavia I was looking for you. I wanted to-"
>"Anon here wants to try out for the school orchestra. Or whatever the group is nowadays."
>You blush slightlyas Twilight commandeers the conversation.
>"Well then...I suppose Anonymous here can...show me what he can do. How does 3 o'clock after school sound?"
"Th-that would be great! I-I mean..uh...yeah! Th-that's fine I guess..."
>'Why am I turning into a stuttering idiot...?'
>"Good! Come meet me in the auditorium at 3 this afternoon alright? Good day to you Anonymous."
"Uhh yeah! Good day to you too Octavia!"
>You watch her back as she walks off to her next class.
>You don't realize that you're staring until Twilight nudges you with her elbow.
>"If you keep staring at Octavia like that, you'll be late for your next class, Anon."
"Huh? Oh...! Right! I wasn't staring! I was....just distracted...yeah."
>Twilight rolls her eyes at your pathetic excuse.
>"Whatever. We better get a move on before we're both late for class. Come on!"
>Twilight drags you to class at top speed.
>You sigh.
>You'll never figure out how she does it.
"Fabulous. I have to stay after school and try out for the school orchestra...."
>"Don't be like that Anon. I'm sure you'll do fine. And besides, the important thing is to have fun!"
"Yeah...fun...woohoo..."
>You take a seat at the front of the class.
>Twilight sits down next to you.
>"Seriously Anon. Give Octavia and the orchestra a chance. I'm sure you'll like it."
"I haven't seriously played the piano in a long while. I've done it just to entertain myself."
>"You'll be fine. Besides, if you want to impress her, you should play her your best music."
>Your eyes widen at Twilight's suggestion.
"I-I don't LIKE Octavia, Twilight! I just met her!"
>Twilight giggles.
>"I was just teasing you. But that blush certainly isn't helping your cause."
>With a sigh, you put your head on the desk and wait for class to start.
>'Twilight accusing me of having a crush on Octavia....huh. As if...'
>As you wait for class to start, your mind wanders back to the moment when you fell on top of her.
>More specifically, the moment when you had buried your head right into her boobs.
>'Th-They w-were so s-soft...'
>"Anon! Class is about to start!"
>You shake your head, clearing your thoughts of Octavia's glorious rack.
>'...Why am I thinking about Octavia like this...? What is this sorcery?'
>The flow of time seems to have been increased tenfold, for class was over in what felt like 2 minutes.
"Twilight...why are you following me again...?"
>"We have the same exact clases together Anon! And since we got gym, the others should be joining us!"
"The others...? Oh..! Right...Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and everyone else. Yeah...."
>You weren't exactly "excited", but it's time for gym!
>You take a seat on the bleachers and start to change your sneakers.
>It's going to be a good hour playing basketball.
>After gym, you head to the cafeteria for lunch.
>Or rather, to the lockers so you can wipe the sweat, blood, and tears from yourself.
>"Anon!"
>You turn around in time to see...Pinkie Pie.
>In the boys' locker room.
>Wearing her gym shorts.
>You could feel a little blood trickle from your nose.
"W-What are you doing here Pinkie!?"
>"I heard you were going to try out for the orchestra! So I wanted to throw you a good luck party!"
"No! I don't need a "Good Luck Party"! And get out of the locker room before we get in trouble!"
>"Okie dokie lokie!"
>She promptly backs into a wall.
>And walks through it.
"....What....?"
>After seeing this, the flow of time speeds up...again.
>Before you know it, it's 2:50.
>"Don't forget to find Octavia, Anon!"
"Yeah, yeah..."
>You hurry over to the auditorium.
>'Gotta have a good first impression. Not counting today's..."incident".'
>You walk into the auditorium to find that nobody's there.
"Hmmm...I guess I should probably warm up."
>You immediately head to the piano and start to play some basic scales.
>Satisfied with your performance, you begin playing another one of your favorite songs.
>As you finish playing, you slow down, enjoying the last of the music fading away into the silence.
>You start to get up, but are stopped by a pair of arms wrapping themselves around you.
>Whoever it was, you can feel their warm breath on your neck.
>"Hmmm....Serenade...by Franz Schubert...you did well~"
"Wh-Who are you...?"
>Whoever it is giggles softly.
>"You forgot me already? I'm disappointed Anon..."
"Ummm..."
>The mystery person laughs and releases you.
>You immediately turn around, and blush just as a fast.
>"What's the wrong Anon?"
"Ummm..."
>Octavia is standing there, one hand on her hip, the other hangly limply by her side.
>"That was excellent, Anon. I haven't heard anyone play Serenade like that...in a long while."
"Th-thanks..."
>You look away, trying not to stare at her chest.
>Partly because you didn't want to make her upset, but the top buttons on her shirt were undone.
>And it was exposing some cleavage.
"Um, Octavia?"
>"Yes?"
"...Y-You're shirt..."
>"What about it?"
"Don't you think it's a little...I don't know...revealing?"
>"What are you talking abou-OH! Oh..that. It was getting a little hot in here, so I undid some of the buttons."
"And what about all the touchy, feely?"
>"Sorry about that...I got a little excited. You're the best I've seen in quite some time."
"Thank you."
>"And besides...weren't YOU the one who started being a littel too touchy? Like when we first met?"
"H-HEY! That was an accident!"
>Octavia starts to laugh.
>"I was only joking. In all seriousness, I'm sure you'll be a great addition to our group."
"So...does that mean I passed the try out...?"
>"Mmmhhhmm."
>She takes your hand in hers and leans close to you.
>"Why don't you come backstage and allow me to show you...well, it wouldn't be fun if you knew what it was!"
>Octavia smiles and drags you onto the stage.
>Behind the curtains.
>'...What's going on....?'
>You arrive onto the stage with Octavia.
>She lets go of your hand and turns to face you.
"So...why did you bring me here...?"
>Octavia grins.
>"Well, I knew that you were good enough to join our group. I wanted to congratulate you, Anon."
"Was that the reason you had your shirt half-undone...?"
>A blush spreads across Octavia's face.
>"O-Of course not! I was sincerely quite uncomfortable with all the heat in here..."
"So why drag me onto this hot, stuffy stage?"
>"...I heard from Twilight you've taken a liking to me Anon."
"....What?"
>Octavia walks up to you and looks into your eyes.
>"I'm not someone who's easy to win over. I'm also not someone who would just hand myself over to any guy."
>You are utterly confused.
>But you're still somewhat excited.
"Umm....I....don't really know what to say..."
>"If you're joining the orchestra just to get into my pants, just stop right here."
"Twilight was the one who made me try out in the first place!"
>"...Was it not a sign of your infatuation with me when you buried your head in my chest this morning?"
"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"
>Octavia winces slightly.
>"Well then...I apologize for jumping to conclusions. And there's no need to yell, Anon."
"S-Sorry...
>You two stand there, the awkward situation threatening to suffocate you both.
>'Sh-Should I ask her out...? I suppose she was showing some interest in me."
>Octavia continues to look at you in a contemplating way.
>"Well then...this is certainly awkward."
"I blame Twilight."
>Octavia lets out a small laugh before extending her to you again.
>"Let's get out of here. It's getting a bit TOO hot."
>You reach out to take her hand.
>You don't know what makes you say it, but the words just come out of your mouth.
"Why don't you come over to my house for dinner?"

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>You are Anonymous.
>You do not forgive. 
>You do not forget.
>That's just how you've been.
>You live a...pretty normal life.
>You attend your local high school and are currently in the 11th grade.
>For some undecipherable reason, the majority of the students are female.
>Not that you're complaining.
>It's Thursday.
>Chickun arise. Arise chickun.
>Glancing at the clock, you note the time to be 6:30.
>'Fabulous. Nice and early.'
>Hopping out of bed, you look around your room for today's essential items.
>'Got gym today. Playin' that basketball. No need to be fat. But I DO need my sneakers...'
>After a second of scanning the room, you find your new pair of Nikes sitting on top of their box.
>As you get dressed, you toss them into your bag.
>Brush teeth. It is essential.
>'Aaaaannnnddd time for school....'
>You leave your room and promptly hop down the stairs 3 steps at a time.
>As you pass the living room, you stop.
>'The piano's looking...pretty good this morning...'
>You glance at the living room clock.
>6:45
"Wouldn't hurt to play for a bit."
>You pull out the bench and take a seat.
>Taking a deep breath, you start to play one of your favorite pieces.
>'Rondo Alla Turca.'
>'Let us begin.'
>Your fingers are moving sluggishly.
"This isn't a march...it needs to be faster."
>You will your fingers to play the notes faster but still try to maintain some form of control over the dynamics of the piece.
>Seconds seem to pass as you constantly correct yourself and find ways to improve the piece.
>You decide to finish up, ending the piece with a final, resounding chord.
"Huh...wasn't too bad. I need to work on keeping the chords from being too loud...best keep it forte and not fortissimo..."
>You glance at the clock again.
>7:30
"Ohhhh boy. I'm just about running late here."
>You pick up your bag and run out the door.
>You arrive at school after 15 minutes of brisk walking.
>You glance at your watch, noting that you have a good 5 minutes before class starts.
>'At least I wasn't late for Economics....'
>You walk into class and take a seat.
>"Good morning Anon! Good to see you're not late."
>Looking to your left, you see Twilight Sparkle give you a small wave.
"Good morning to you as well Twilight. I didn't get here as early as I would have liked. I...lost track of time."
>"Oh...were you...playing your piano again...?"
"..."
>"Don't worry about it! At least you weren't late for class. You did your homework right?"
"Yeah, yeah. No need to remind me of that."
>You put your bag on your desk, searching through it for last night's homework.
>Looking up stocks and predicting stock trends got boring. So you left your paper half-finished.
"Umm...Twilight? Can I...take a look at your paper for a minute?"
>Twilight rolls her eyes and gives your her homework.
>You take a few seconds to copy the 2nd half of the work you didn't do.
"Thanks. Won't happen again."
>"This is the 3rd time this week Anon."
"Sorry."
>"If I continue bailing you out like this...you need to do me some...favors."
"What sort of favors are we talking about here?"
>"Nothing inapropriate. I'm sure you'll be able to manage them."
"Fine..."
>"First thing...go look up stuff about our school's "orchestra". I hear they're looking to recruit new members."
"...Who was in charge of that again...? Octo...? Octy...? I keep forgetting."
>"It's Octavia, Anon. You can look for her after class. I'll let her know you're looking for her if I see her."
"...Yeah....thanks."
>"No problem! Time for class!"
>What feels like several years pass as Economics drags on.
>'So...BORING....'
>Looking over the class, you realize it had split into two groups.
>The group that was bored out of their minds and were half-asleep.
>And the group that was actually paying attention.
>The thing that concerned you was that the second group was made up of only Twilight.
>Suddenly, the bell starts ringing, signalling the end of class.
>Everyone gets out of their seats at once and begin walking out the door.
>"Anon! Don't forget!"
"Yeah, yeah, I won't forget."
>"No Anon! Octavia-"
>You close your eyes. 
>Twilight's irritating you beyond belief for some odd reason.
"I'll look for-"
>You're interrupted as you walk right into someone.
>You're knocked off-balance and end up landing on top of whoever it was you bumped into.
>It was a softer landing than you though.
>'So...soft....soft...wait...'
>You immediately roll off of your unfortunate victim.
"I'm really sorry! That was an accident."
>You look at the girl you accidentally fell on.
>She has long black hair went halfway down her back.
>Her bangs were swept to one side.
>You feel your cheeks start to turn red.
>'She's really...beautiful...'
>"It's...quite alright I suppose. Just watch where you're going." 
>Her speech makes her sound...like she was part of an upper class.
>You don't know how to describe it.
"Ummm...my name's Anonymous. Sorry we kinda got off on the wrong foot there..."
>"That's alright. My name's Octavia. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure's all mine. Wait...did you say your name is Octavia?"
>The girl just nods. You stand there, dumbfounded.
>'Finding her was easier than I thought...'
>"Anon! I was trying to tell you that Octavia was right in front of you!"
>You turn around and see Twilight standing there, hands on her hips.
>"You should really pay attention to where you're going. You can get somebody hurt!"
"Yeah...sorry about that. Anyway, Octavia I was looking for you. I wanted to-"
>"Anon here wants to try out for the school orchestra. Or whatever the group is nowadays."
>You blush slightlyas Twilight commandeers the conversation.
>"Well then...I suppose Anonymous here can...show me what he can do. How does 3 o'clock after school sound?"
"Th-that would be great! I-I mean..uh...yeah! Th-that's fine I guess..."
>'Why am I turning into a stuttering idiot...?'
>"Good! Come meet me in the auditorium at 3 this afternoon alright? Good day to you Anonymous."
"Uhh yeah! Good day to you too Octavia!"
>You watch her back as she walks off to her next class.
>You don't realize that you're staring until Twilight nudges you with her elbow.
>"If you keep staring at Octavia like that, you'll be late for your next class, Anon."
"Huh? Oh...! Right! I wasn't staring! I was....just distracted...yeah."
>Twilight rolls her eyes at your pathetic excuse.
>"Whatever. We better get a move on before we're both late for class. Come on!"
>Twilight drags you to class at top speed.
>You sigh.
>You'll never figure out how she does it.
"Fabulous. I have to stay after school and try out for the school orchestra...."
>"Don't be like that Anon. I'm sure you'll do fine. And besides, the important thing is to have fun!"
"Yeah...fun...woohoo..."
>You take a seat at the front of the class.
>Twilight sits down next to you.
>"Seriously Anon. Give Octavia and the orchestra a chance. I'm sure you'll like it."
"I haven't seriously played the piano in a long while. I've done it just to entertain myself."
>"You'll be fine. Besides, if you want to impress her, you should play her your best music."
>Your eyes widen at Twilight's suggestion.
"I-I don't LIKE Octavia, Twilight! I just met her!"
>Twilight giggles.
>"I was just teasing you. But that blush certainly isn't helping your cause."
>With a sigh, you put your head on the desk and wait for class to start.
>'Twilight accusing me of having a crush on Octavia....huh. As if...'
>As you wait for class to start, your mind wanders back to the moment when you fell on top of her.
>More specifically, the moment when you had buried your head right into her boobs.
>'Th-They w-were so s-soft...'
>"Anon! Class is about to start!"
>You shake your head, clearing your thoughts of Octavia's glorious rack.
>'...Why am I thinking about Octavia like this...? What is this sorcery?'
>The flow of time seems to have been increased tenfold, for class was over in what felt like 2 minutes.
"Twilight...why are you following me again...?"
>"We have the same exact clases together Anon! And since we got gym, the others should be joining us!"
"The others...? Oh..! Right...Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and everyone else. Yeah...."
>You weren't exactly "excited", but it's time for gym!
>You take a seat on the bleachers and start to change your sneakers.
>It's going to be a good hour playing basketball.

>After gym, you head to the cafeteria for lunch.
>Or rather, to the lockers so you can wipe the sweat, blood, and tears from yourself.
>"Anon!"
>You turn around in time to see...Pinkie Pie.
>In the boys' locker room.
>Wearing her gym shorts.
>You could feel a little blood trickle from your nose.
"W-What are you doing here Pinkie!?"
>"I heard you were going to try out for the orchestra! So I wanted to throw you a good luck party!"
"No! I don't need a "Good Luck Party"! And get out of the locker room before we get in trouble!"
>"Okie dokie lokie!"
>She promptly backs into a wall.
>And walks through it.
"....What....?"
>After seeing this, the flow of time speeds up...again.
>Before you know it, it's 2:50.
>"Don't forget to find Octavia, Anon!"
"Yeah, yeah..."
>You hurry over to the auditorium.
>'Gotta have a good first impression. Not counting today's..."incident".'
>You walk into the auditorium to find that nobody's there.
"Hmmm...I guess I should probably warm up."
>You immediately head to the piano and start to play some basic scales.
>Satisfied with your performance, you begin playing another one of your favorite songs.
>As you finish playing, you slow down, enjoying the last of the music fading away into the silence.
>You start to get up, but are stopped by a pair of arms wrapping themselves around you.
>Whoever it was, you can feel their warm breath on your neck.
>"Hmmm....Serenade...by Franz Schubert...you did well~"
"Wh-Who are you...?"
>Whoever it is giggles softly.
>"You forgot me already? I'm disappointed Anon..."
"Ummm..."
>The mystery person laughs and releases you.
>You immediately turn around, and blush just as a fast.
>"What's the wrong Anon?"
"Ummm..."
>Octavia is standing there, one hand on her hip, the other hangly limply by her side.
>"That was excellent, Anon. I haven't heard anyone play Serenade like that...in a long while."
"Th-thanks..."
>You look away, trying not to stare at her chest.
>Partly because you didn't want to make her upset, but the top buttons on her shirt were undone.
>And it was exposing some cleavage.
"Um, Octavia?"
>"Yes?"
"...Y-You're shirt..."
>"What about it?"
"Don't you think it's a little...I don't know...revealing?"
>"What are you talking abou-OH! Oh..that. It was getting a little hot in here, so I undid some of the buttons."
"And what about all the touchy, feely?"
>"Sorry about that...I got a little excited. You're the best I've seen in quite some time."
"Thank you."
>"And besides...weren't YOU the one who started being a littel too touchy? Like when we first met?"
"H-HEY! That was an accident!"
>Octavia starts to laugh.
>"I was only joking. In all seriousness, I'm sure you'll be a great addition to our group."
"So...does that mean I passed the try out...?"
>"Mmmhhhmm."
>She takes your hand in hers and leans close to you.
>"Why don't you come backstage and allow me to show you...well, it wouldn't be fun if you knew what it was!"
>Octavia smiles and drags you onto the stage.
>Behind the curtains.
>'...What's going on....?'
>You arrive onto the stage with Octavia.
>She lets go of your hand and turns to face you.
"So...why did you bring me here...?"
>Octavia grins.
>"Well, I knew that you were good enough to join our group. I wanted to congratulate you, Anon."
"Was that the reason you had your shirt half-undone...?"
>A blush spreads across Octavia's face.
>"O-Of course not! I was sincerely quite uncomfortable with all the heat in here..."
"So why drag me onto this hot, stuffy stage?"
>"...I heard from Twilight you've taken a liking to me Anon."
"....What?"
>Octavia walks up to you and looks into your eyes.
>"I'm not someone who's easy to win over. I'm also not someone who would just hand myself over to any guy."
>You are utterly confused. 
>But you're still somewhat excited.
"Umm....I....don't really know what to say..."
>"If you're joining the orchestra just to get into my pants, just stop right here."
"Twilight was the one who made me try out in the first place!"
>"...Was it not a sign of your infatuation with me when you buried your head in my chest this morning?"
"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"
>Octavia winces slightly.
>"Well then...I apologize for jumping to conclusions. And there's no need to yell, Anon."
"S-Sorry...
>You two stand there, the awkward situation threatening to suffocate you both.
>'Sh-Should I ask her out...? I suppose she was showing some interest in me."
>Octavia continues to look at you in a contemplating way.
>"Well then...this is certainly awkward."
"I blame Twilight."
>Octavia lets out a small laugh before extending her to you again.
>"Let's get out of here. It's getting a bit TOO hot."
>You reach out to take her hand.
>You don't know what makes you say it, but the words just come out of your mouth.
"Why don't you come over to my house for dinner?"

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