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There is a phenomenon few know about, that graces the Canterlot Performance in the deep hours of night. The baritone performance of travelling stallions would cease, the crowd unleashing the required applause as the performers bow out with all the attempted grace such ponies can have. The murmur of small talk and criticism would simmer to nothingness, and as the cleaners swept through the aisles, cleared away the rubbish and ruin of the night, it would begin.

Many of the younger or newer staff members had ridiculed tales away with an sweeping hoof, having heard too many stories of pranks and hoaxes. The high, floating tone of the cello in the breeze would go unnoticed. Many of the staff had surrendered their efforts to find the very obvious hidden gramophone, while others still found the melody too ethereal for their ears. The midnight cleaning staff refreshed its ranks quite often.

It was as the cleaners shuffled out the door, elder stallions chided by the young ones for their naivety in believing in spooks and phantoms. With a sigh, the chief caretaker would flick the light switch with a hoof, hoping to prove one day what he felt in his gut. The mystery had persisted through his long service to the company, and would most likely hold until long after.

He swept out the door, as was his habit every night. The door sealed away the streetlights beyond, leaving the performance hall bathed in darkness. The cello persisted, lilting through the aisles and rows unheard, a song to no-one in particular. An hour would pass in sombre symphony, as it had every night before. Then, with little warning and of their own accord, the spotlights would flash onto the stage. The burning light rendered a slim, grey pony. Her mane floated in the breezeless air, eyes closed as she seemingly poured her very soul onto the cello strings.

It was a slightly longer time before the other participant would appear. Never entering via a door, she would simply become. Her very coat was ghostly-white, with luscious, red eyes. She was precisely the kind of phantom the younger children would doubt, yet she carried the flair of living memory on her face, watching in awe at the performance. The alabaster ghost settled into a seat, leaning on the chair in front of her to gaze out onto the performer, who wove a musical poem just for her.

The grey pony would seem to smile, eyes flicking open to meet with the rubies beyond, always finding them through the darkness. The cello would never stop, not now its purpose had been revealed. The mare did not make herself known to the cleaners, because this moment belonged to only one other pony. Her eyes would shimmer as she gazed beyond the aurora of the lights, to the enthralled mare in the seat beyond.

The performance would continue, never tiring. It kept perfect rhythm, yet it seemed to dictate its own. Time became liquid, rushing in some places, and slowing to a trickle in others. it had no meaning to the two ponies in the hall. At long last, however, the performance would cease. The grey pony looked beyond her stage to the seat, and yet found it empty. She leaned on her cello, as though the absence took her will to stand with it.

And yet, white legs would always lift her. Wrapping around from behind, they supported her when she required it most. She span on the spot, allowing the cello to fall silently onto the floor. Those eyes awaited her. Where they had an unavoidable allure at a distance, at such proximity they were deep wells. Memories floated within the chasms of her pupils, the only sign of the otherworld they came from.

The embrace was shared, forelegs supporting one another as the pair candidly danced upon the stage. No hoof fell out of place, no pirouette was undertaken with anything less than a haunting precision. The grey pony was spun, twirling on a hoof to find herself falling. A white leg caught her once more, dangling her as the ruby-eyed mare leaned over her. A final, infinite moment was shared between two timeless pairs of eyes. Hooves caressed manes as the distance closed, and lips met.

The front door opened, allowing the full light of a vibrant morning to flood into the hall. Lights flicked off, and the image of the two mares fell away like a mirage. The chief caretaker sighed, dropping his keys as he watched the place where the mares had been. Once more, he would be ridiculed that night.

He flicked on the lights properly, bathing the hall in the artificial ambiance of fluorescent lighting. Sighing, he began his first job of the day. With vim and vigour, he polished at a bronze plaque near the door. Stepping back, he idolised the names, sighing softly as he wandered off to prepare the hall for a hectic day.

The plaque had stood for as long as he had worked there. Engraved timelessly into its surface was a message to all that entered:

In memory of Octavia Philharmonica, and Vinyl Scratch:
"Ponies destined to create sweet symphonies together, will stay together."
A birthday present for my good friend, Xatiav. Who, while constantly teasing and taunting me, has helped me out a tonne with a lot of stuff.

This is inspired by talks I've had with him. An idea that I wanted to put into writing, because it struck me as something people may describe as "hauntingly beautiful."

It's only a short, little ditty. I hope you like it...Frenchie. :P
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OperativeNumbuh227 Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Nice take of VinylXOctavia. Their love is so eternal it survives death!
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CanadianDesperado Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
Oh, man, what's all this BS about "you still got it!"? The very statement implies you lost it, which is not the case at all. Just because you hadn't wrote pony in a while, geez! I mean, just look at the post-apocalyptic piece you've been working on. It's excellent, full of prose, description of feeling, and is intriguing. No, you never lost it Coffee, and it kinda ticks me off people thought you had.

~sigh~

Alright, end of rant. About this piece... what struck me most was your description of Vinyl's eyes... haunting, yet (forgive me for plagiarizing your description), beautiful. You know what... I think I've got a surprise for you in the near future... just maybe, just to show you how much I appreciate your writing. I hope I can pull it off...
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Here-for-the-ponies Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Student Digital Artist
Haunting indeed. And not in the eerie sense.
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h2g2guy Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Chilling and great. Loved it.
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f1r3w4rr10r Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Oh man, I just got to read this on FimFic first and I got to say, you can still easily pull it off Coffee. I really cried tears of joy and sadness at the same time at the ending.
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2012
I'm flattered, might try and see if I can do it again. :3
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BronyNeumo Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012
You know what I think? If this is to be the end of Allegrezza, well, Somehow... It just fits.

You still know just the right notes to hit to absolutely sing from a computer screen.
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2012
I wanted something...I dunno, heartwarming in a sad way. Glad I made it enjoyable, too. :)
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The-Greyhound Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2012
You still got it! Your writing flows wonderfully and reads beautifully ^^
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012
I feel like an old dad at the school disco.

"Still got it kids!"

"Lolno, dad."
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The-Greyhound Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2012
And you have ponies for children xD
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Xatiav Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2012  Student Digital Artist
Damn man, this is the best birthday present I got so far! I absolutely love it, and I have to say, I'm deeply touched!
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012
Glad you enjoyed it, sappy bugger. :P

I could've made a dirty joke around Erika, and the words "deeply touched."

You know I'm a better person than that, though. :P
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Nosnibormada Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2012
This raises many more questions than it does answers. Would you care to answer a few of them in later writings? @_@
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012
...

Perhaps.
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Fyre-Medi Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2012
Thank you for sharing this with us. :D
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012
You're welcome!
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Nanomyt Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2012
Bittersweet is the word that comes to mind. I knew you couldn't stay away forever. :P
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012
Ah, this was just a present. Save the booze and babes for the party after a real pony fic goes out. :P
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Nanomyt Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2012
Does that mean you actually have something else in store for us? :o
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2012
I genuinely dunno.
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Rahlyn Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Very well done, bravo! The pace was perfect and the detail haunting. Chills were felt, smile were had and a tear was shed. Bravo!
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012
A tear? Better have been a manly one! :P
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marcusfenix102 Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2012
Wow, this was a really cute, unique short story you wrote =3. It's amazing how you can write such beautiful with only using such little words :) welp, I'm glad you totally didn't give up on writing ponies, especially these two
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012
It's fun to try long pieces, short pieces. Just to exercise writing muscles.
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MadManInTheBox Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
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That's my heart rate after reading this. Once again, you've woven a spectacular and fascinating tapestry of words. Welcome back to ponies, CoffeeGrunt.
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012
Ahhh, this was only a present. Save the confetti for something with a bit more commitment. :P
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MadManInTheBox Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I can always buy more confetti. =P As for commitment, it seems you can write masterpieces without trying. xD I jelly.
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2012
Committing to a piece is the hard part. A natural procrastinator, I am. :P
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MadManInTheBox Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Ditto!
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kommo1 Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2012
I could say, that I told you, but since this is merely a present, I let it pass.

A beautiful present nonetheless. Had quite to shed a tear or two, knowing that these two a dead in this one. Unforgotten, but dead.
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012
Yup, just a present. Trying to get stories together for now, proving difficult.

Never forgotten, no. :)
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joeyh3 Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Awww, sad, yet beautiful!
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Tchernobyl Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2012
Nuuu ;_; beautiful. But oh so sad.
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012
An end comes to all.
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Tchernobyl Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012
Indeed. But that's something I didn't really want to see directly, so to speak. This is rather more final, and incredibly sad for it ;_;
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2012
Yeah, it came from an idea me and Xatiav were discussing on Skype. Made sense to put it into writing fro his birthday as a result.
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Tchernobyl Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2012
So you made him sad for his birthday? :icondashlolplz:
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2012
Someone had to! :P

Nahh, he's a sappy romantic, he loves this kinda stuff.
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PeregrineCaged Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Hmm. It was alright. Not bad by any stretch of the imagination, certainly. A few typos here or there, and some of the earlier lines are written somewhat awkwardly. Just not to my tastes, I suppose.
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012
Possibly, I don't know.
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Yay295 Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2012
This makes me want to reread Allegrezza! But I have school! But Allegrezza! ... ...
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useraccount Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2012
DO EET! If you only read one Octavia/Vinyl story, (although I hope you'd read more than one) you can't do much better than "Allegrezza".
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012
Do it filly. :P
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mathiusarloth Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2012
Wow, just ye I can't think of any other words to describe this, a beautiful piece of writing as always.
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012
Glad you enjoyed it, thanks. :)
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451kitkat Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2012
Wow... That was beutiful
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012
Thank you. :)
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GammaEradon Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2012
D'aaaaaaaaaw! Cutest ghost story ever!
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CoffeeGrunt Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012
I'd feel big-headed if I agreed here. :P
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