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# A Guy, A Lyre, and a Park Bench -Chapter 3-

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1. >"And this will be your room."
2. >You climb the small ladder leading into a small, dusty attic.
3. >Finding the light switch dangling from the ceiling, you give it a tug and illuminate the tiny space.
4. >There was a small bed, a nightstand, a candle ON the nightstand, and a small round window.
5. >"So, what do you think? I know it's not the greatest of places, but I figured-"
6. "I love it."
7. >"Really?"
8. >You nod, walking up to the bed and sitting down on it.
9. >Lyra smiles.
10. >She'd been showing you the house she and Bon-Bon stayed in, and was currently unveiling your new room.
11. >You expected the attic to be a lot hotter, but it's actually surprisingly cool and airy.
12. >"Awesome. Okay, now that I've given you the tour of the place, you think you might lend me a hand with something?"
13. "What do you need?"
14. >"An opinion. And maybe a good set of ears."
15. >She trots down the ladder and you follow her to the living room, where she hops onto her couch and picks up her lyre.
16. >"I make music."
17. "No, really? I thought your cutie mark was just a temporary tattoo."
18. >She rolls her eyes and grins.
19. "You know, like the ones you get in Cracker Jack boxes?"
20. >"Cracker what?"
21. "Nothing. You were saying something about music?"
22. >"Yeah. I play the lyre, obviously, and I wanted your take on a song I'm working on."
23. >You shrug and sit down on the couch with her.
24. "I'm all ears. Hit me."
26. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxMoyRbIs_Q&list=UUJ1X6F7lGMEadnNETSzTv8A&index=7&feature
27. =plcp
29. >She holds her lyre in place with magic, while she closes her eyes and lightly plucks the strings, soft notes filling the room.
30. >You sit forward, your eyes on her as you continue to listen intently to Lyra's song.
31. >It was calming, dulcet.
32. >Peaceful.
33. >Her eyes stay closed, but she keeps playing, her focus remaining on the instrument before her.
34. >Towards the end, her eyebrows scrunch up and she stops playing.
35. >"I'm just not feeling it."
36. "Hm?"
37. >"The song, it's just... blegh. It's blegh."
38. >She makes a face like she's tasted something nasty.
39. "Blegh?"
40. >"Yeah, man. Blegh. I'm just not in the zone for this thing... blegh."
41. >You laugh and get up, crossing to the kitchen.
42. "Well, I could always make us something to eat. Get that 'blegh' out of your system."
43. >"A guy that can cook. Be still, my beating heart."
44. >She fakes a swoon ans rolls off the couch.
45. >Bon-Bon walks in and gives you a stoic stare.
46. >BON: "Are you moved in yet?"
47. "Pretty much. I just need to grab my stuff from my old place. It's only two boxes, so nothing huge."
48. >Bon-Bon gives a smirk.
49. >BON: "You lived in a box? And got evicted from it?"
50. >Her sarcasm is palpable.
51. "Yup. Just couldn't handle paying off my velvet rugs, god they were classy."
52. >Bon-Bon stares deadpan at you, then walks off to her room.
53. "She's just a great big ball of fun."
54. >LYRA: "You'll get used to her, I promise. She's really nice when you get to know her."
55. "If you say so. Kinda feels like she doesn't like me."
56. >She shrugs and trots up to you.
57. >"So, busboy, what's on the menu today?"
58. >You walk over to the refrigerator and peer inside.
59. >There was a LOT of cantaloupes in there.
60. "Uh... mind if I ask about all the melons?"
61. >"What?"
62. "You have... an ungodly amount of cantaloupes in here."
63. >"Do you have a problem with delicious orange melons?"
64. "No."
65. >"Then we may continue to get along."
66. >You push the large fruits out of the way and continue rummaging for other food.
67. >"Okay, how about this. I found some blue-berries. Do you have any mint?"
68. >"Like gum?"
69. "What? No, I mean like the leaf. I only need one."
70. >Lyra trots to a pantry and pulls out a small jar full of mint leaves, taking one out.
71. "Thanks. So, you like cantaloupes?"
72. >"Yessir, that I do."
73. "How about a blue-berry cantaloupe smoothie?"
74. >Her eyes light up.
75. "With a hint of mint?"
76. >"You're making me love you. Also, you rhymed."
77. "Doing something right then, it seems."
78. >The buzz of the blender nags at your ears as you mix up the smoothie.
79. >Lyra's eyes are fixed on the orange mixture, hints of blue swirls from the berries mixed within.
80. >You pour two cups and the two of you sit back down on her couch.
81. "So, did Anon do good?"
82. >She sips her smoothie in delight, and smacks her lips happily.
83. >"Oh, Anon... you did good. You did reeeaaaal good."
84. >You smile and take a sip for yourself.
85. >She was right, this was pretty good.
86. >"Why are you a busboy, anyway? I mean, you could open up your own place with this stuff!"
87. "My own place?"
88. >You raise an eyebrow and crack a grin.
89. >This should be good.
90. >"Yeah, man, you could... like... make a bunch of smoothies and stuff and sell them. From a stand. On the corner."
91. "I think the beverage stall business is taken up by fillies and lemonade stands, thank you."
92. >"No I mean you could open up a shop, make smoothies, you know. Your own business! It would be great! You could call it... uhm... I dunno, "Smooth Jazz Mugs."
93. >You spit up your drink a little.
94. "Haha, what?"
95. >"What?"
96. "Smooth Jazz Mugs. Really? REALLY?"
97. >"What? What's the matter with that?... c'mon man, cut me some slack, I'm just brainstorming here."
98. >You down more of your drink and chuckle to yourself.
99. "You think that'd really take off?"
100. >"Oh, GOD no. But, hey, a girl can dream."
101. >She sips more of her smoothie and squeals in delight.
102. >"Why must this thing be so good?"
103. >Today was a good day, you thought.
104. >Nothing major, no problems.
105. >Just you, Lyra, and some melon smoothies.
106. >You dreaded going into work tomorrow.
107. >A question nags at your mind.
108. "Lyra, what do you do?"
109. >She gulps down another mouthful of orange goodness.
110. >"Whaddya mean?"
111. "Well, I'm a busboy. Bon-Bon works at that candy store down the street. What do you do?"
112. >She looks at you, unblinking.
113. >Then slowly raises her lyre up to you.
114. "Oh."
115. >"Yeah."
116. "I just... is there a lot of demand for lyre music around here?"
117. >"Amazingly, no. No there is not."
118. "So how do you make money?"
119. >Lyra taps her chin with her hoof, pondering your question.
120. >"Honestly?"
121. "Uh... yeah?"
122. >Lyra shrugs, then crosses her legs and looks at you.
123. >Seductively.
124. >"I work as an... entertainer."
125. "Uh... I uh..."
126. >This got weird quick.
127. >The mood comes back when Lyra bursts into laughter.
128. >"Oh god, no. No no no, so much NO. I'm not a hooker, I promise."
129. "Oh, good. That would have been... well that would have made me reconsider my new housing arrangements."
130. >"No need to worry, Anon."
131. >She sticks her tongue out at your and leans back into the couch.
132. >"I'm in a band. We make music. And stuff. You know, what bands do."
133. "Oh. That makes a lot of sense, actually."
134. >"I play strings. String instruments, I mean. Not the cello, we already have someone who does that."
135. "So it's not just the lyre, then. You can play other instruments?"
136. >Lyra puffs up her chest in pride.
137. >"That I can! You're looking at an okay to decent player of the harp, and blue guitar."
138. "Wait, back up."
139. >"What?"
140. "Blue guitar? You play blues guitar?"
141. >"Uhm... yes?"
142. "Prove it."
144. Five Minutes Later
146. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWGIiuAHveI
148. >There was a harmonica in your mouth.
149. >Lyra had a guitar in her hooves.
150. >You were out on the porch of the house.
151. >And you were singing to what she played.
152. >This was possibly, THE best day you've had here.
153. >Ever.
154. >You were looking forward to more days like this.
156. ~END~

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>"And this will be your room." >You climb the small ladder leading into a small, dusty attic. >Finding the light switch dangling from the ceiling, you give it a tug and illuminate the tiny space. >There was a small bed, a nightstand, a candle ON the nightstand, and a small round window. >"So, what do you think? I know it's not the greatest of places, but I figured-" "I love it." >"Really?" >You nod, walking up to the bed and sitting down on it. >Lyra smiles. >She'd been showing you the house she and Bon-Bon stayed in, and was currently unveiling your new room. >You expected the attic to be a lot hotter, but it's actually surprisingly cool and airy. >"Awesome. Okay, now that I've given you the tour of the place, you think you might lend me a hand with something?" "What do you need?" >"An opinion. And maybe a good set of ears." >She trots down the ladder and you follow her to the living room, where she hops onto her couch and picks up her lyre. >"I make music." "No, really? I thought your cutie mark was just a temporary tattoo." >She rolls her eyes and grins. "You know, like the ones you get in Cracker Jack boxes?" >"Cracker what?" "Nothing. You were saying something about music?" >"Yeah. I play the lyre, obviously, and I wanted your take on a song I'm working on." >You shrug and sit down on the couch with her. "I'm all ears. Hit me." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxMoyRbIs_Q&list=UUJ1X6F7lGMEadnNETSzTv8A&index=7&feature =plcp >She holds her lyre in place with magic, while she closes her eyes and lightly plucks the strings, soft notes filling the room. >You sit forward, your eyes on her as you continue to listen intently to Lyra's song. >It was calming, dulcet. >Peaceful. >Her eyes stay closed, but she keeps playing, her focus remaining on the instrument before her. >Towards the end, her eyebrows scrunch up and she stops playing. >"I'm just not feeling it." "Hm?" >"The song, it's just... blegh. It's blegh." >She makes a face like she's tasted something nasty. "Blegh?" >"Yeah, man. Blegh. I'm just not in the zone for this thing... blegh." >You laugh and get up, crossing to the kitchen. "Well, I could always make us something to eat. Get that 'blegh' out of your system." >"A guy that can cook. Be still, my beating heart." >She fakes a swoon ans rolls off the couch. >Bon-Bon walks in and gives you a stoic stare. >BON: "Are you moved in yet?" "Pretty much. I just need to grab my stuff from my old place. It's only two boxes, so nothing huge." >Bon-Bon gives a smirk. >BON: "You lived in a box? And got evicted from it?" >Her sarcasm is palpable. "Yup. Just couldn't handle paying off my velvet rugs, god they were classy." >Bon-Bon stares deadpan at you, then walks off to her room. "She's just a great big ball of fun." >LYRA: "You'll get used to her, I promise. She's really nice when you get to know her." "If you say so. Kinda feels like she doesn't like me." >She shrugs and trots up to you. >"So, busboy, what's on the menu today?" >You walk over to the refrigerator and peer inside. >There was a LOT of cantaloupes in there. "Uh... mind if I ask about all the melons?" >"What?" "You have... an ungodly amount of cantaloupes in here." >"Do you have a problem with delicious orange melons?" "No." >"Then we may continue to get along." >You push the large fruits out of the way and continue rummaging for other food. >"Okay, how about this. I found some blue-berries. Do you have any mint?" >"Like gum?" "What? No, I mean like the leaf. I only need one." >Lyra trots to a pantry and pulls out a small jar full of mint leaves, taking one out. "Thanks. So, you like cantaloupes?" >"Yessir, that I do." "How about a blue-berry cantaloupe smoothie?" >Her eyes light up. "With a hint of mint?" >"You're making me love you. Also, you rhymed." "Doing something right then, it seems." >The buzz of the blender nags at your ears as you mix up the smoothie. >Lyra's eyes are fixed on the orange mixture, hints of blue swirls from the berries mixed within. >You pour two cups and the two of you sit back down on her couch. "So, did Anon do good?" >She sips her smoothie in delight, and smacks her lips happily. >"Oh, Anon... you did good. You did reeeaaaal good." >You smile and take a sip for yourself. >She was right, this was pretty good. >"Why are you a busboy, anyway? I mean, you could open up your own place with this stuff!" "My own place?" >You raise an eyebrow and crack a grin. >This should be good. >"Yeah, man, you could... like... make a bunch of smoothies and stuff and sell them. From a stand. On the corner." "I think the beverage stall business is taken up by fillies and lemonade stands, thank you." >"No I mean you could open up a shop, make smoothies, you know. Your own business! It would be great! You could call it... uhm... I dunno, "Smooth Jazz Mugs." >You spit up your drink a little. "Haha, what?" >"What?" "Smooth Jazz Mugs. Really? REALLY?" >"What? What's the matter with that?... c'mon man, cut me some slack, I'm just brainstorming here." >You down more of your drink and chuckle to yourself. "You think that'd really take off?" >"Oh, GOD no. But, hey, a girl can dream." >She sips more of her smoothie and squeals in delight. >"Why must this thing be so good?" >Today was a good day, you thought. >Nothing major, no problems. >Just you, Lyra, and some melon smoothies. >You dreaded going into work tomorrow. >A question nags at your mind. "Lyra, what do you do?" >She gulps down another mouthful of orange goodness. >"Whaddya mean?" "Well, I'm a busboy. Bon-Bon works at that candy store down the street. What do you do?" >She looks at you, unblinking. >Then slowly raises her lyre up to you. "Oh." >"Yeah." "I just... is there a lot of demand for lyre music around here?" >"Amazingly, no. No there is not." "So how do you make money?" >Lyra taps her chin with her hoof, pondering your question. >"Honestly?" "Uh... yeah?" >Lyra shrugs, then crosses her legs and looks at you. >Seductively. >"I work as an... entertainer." "Uh... I uh..." >This got weird quick. >The mood comes back when Lyra bursts into laughter. >"Oh god, no. No no no, so much NO. I'm not a hooker, I promise." "Oh, good. That would have been... well that would have made me reconsider my new housing arrangements." >"No need to worry, Anon." >She sticks her tongue out at your and leans back into the couch. >"I'm in a band. We make music. And stuff. You know, what bands do." "Oh. That makes a lot of sense, actually." >"I play strings. String instruments, I mean. Not the cello, we already have someone who does that." "So it's not just the lyre, then. You can play other instruments?" >Lyra puffs up her chest in pride. >"That I can! You're looking at an okay to decent player of the harp, and blue guitar." "Wait, back up." >"What?" "Blue guitar? You play blues guitar?" >"Uhm... yes?" "Prove it." Five Minutes Later http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWGIiuAHveI >There was a harmonica in your mouth. >Lyra had a guitar in her hooves. >You were out on the porch of the house. >And you were singing to what she played. >This was possibly, THE best day you've had here. >Ever. >You were looking forward to more days like this. ~END~