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Everybody has secrets.... sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. Sometimes the best thing you can do is tell someone how you feel, but you keep it bottled up inside. Here is one such small tale, centered around a horse who feels very much out of place in his attempt to make ends meet....
It was a late night at "The Vault", a fairly hopping hangout for the locals.... it had all the usual adornments of your typical club. Plenty of brightly colored furniture, a veritable light show for a dance floor and all the techno and rave music you could shake a stick at to make it easier to get a good feel on the rump of that cute guy you had your eyes on. That was during buisness hours, anyways. After last call had been had for drinks and the regular lights flipped on, the crowd starting to filter out, only the bartender and the performers were left with the place to themselves, tired and exhausted from serving the masses.
One such shire sat in the corner behind his familiar keyboard, lost in thought. Not too long ago the Vault had sought for some live entertainment to mix up the music selection now and again, and the equine was part of the small band that played the place.
Flare sighed softly, looking at the performance stage. He'd wanted to be a soloist, but he just didn't have the right style that people liked to listen to, and certainly didn't have any kind of vocal talent. Much too big, too gruff for that. There was another stallion on stage.... they called him "Randy", as the shire remembered. Flare chuckled to himself, knowing that one reason he got plenty of time to himself after it was time to go was because the other members of the band were quite straight. "Their loss..." Flare snickered quietly as he passed his hands over the keys, thinking. Not quite ready to leave yet, but not knowing what to play. A secret fantasy.... what would it take to make anyone notice him, let alone the stud on stage? He certainly had run of the field as such a hot male performer. The shire despaired for a moment, then sighed heavily, looking around to see if anyone was still here. Randy had walked off the stage, presumably back to the changing room to put some clothes back on.
Flare felt out of place, out of time... all this flash and glitz, he really couldn't stand it. The music he played for himself when nobody was around reflected it highly. But he needed the money... he was stuck pandering to the masses even if it's not where his heart went. A few button presses, and his usual piano was layered with an old, familiar sound. Playing one more thing before he left would help him feel better.
Randy's black hide looked great under the spotlight... the crowd had been appreciative, as always. He knew how to work them, after so many performances. Guys always were a bit more generous when they weren't thinking "straight". *the heavy horse laughed a bit, gathering up the props left over from his show, and headed offstage where he was stopped by the manager for a chat. "Great, one more thing before I can go home...sigh." he thought to himself. Randy too, felt like a stranger here, nodding appropriately at the small leopard, barely registering what he was saying, something about sales figures and the like and how he was such an asset to the club, same ol same ol. Admirers didn't only come from the crowd, it seemed.
Then, something else caught the red-maned horses attention. Faint, yes, but perking his ears up, someone had turned on the music again it seemed. But it wasn't coming from the stage speakers.... was it? Ears perked up, Randy turned around as the leopard headed for his own office. "Gnight..." Pausing... he went back to the stage entrance, peeking through a break in the side curtain so as not to be seen. His ears did not deceive!
It was slow, at first. But the sound was unmistakable. A harpsichord! Who on earth would drag one of those out in this day and age? Randy's ears flicked again as he listened and watched the shire down in the band area.
Flare was lost in the flow of his own music.... slow at first, and then rising as he let more of himself go. Passion surrounded him, his heart yearning for everything it couldn't have, despairing for what seemed always out of reach, and yet in turn such feelings made the sound reaching his ears that much more beautiful... a return to a time of simpler pleasures.... ah, if only he had been around for the right era! Then, people would listen and take pleasure in the music he brought forth... the big horse fantasized about playing for a ballroom full of lords and ladies, dancing elegantly along the floor as his song rang out.
Meanwhile, hidden on the stage, Randy continued to listen, a small smile crossing his muzzle. Now this was something you didn't hear every day, and double that for being at a night club! He was reminded of his home, which he still needed to be getting back to. Slowly, the music came to an end, and the spell broken. The performer shook his mane out a bit, making the curtain ruffle ever so slightly before heading off backstage.
Flare grunted quietly as he finished his music, turning off his piano and preparing to leave when something on stage caught his eye... the curtain moved! Had someone been listening? His mind raced... no, anybody but that! He'd never live it down if Randy found out what he really liked to play... and he hadn't even worked up the courage to say hello, yet. The stallions cheeks flushed red as he quickly packed up his things, and made his way out. Another day, perhaps.
Randy smoothed out his jacket as he put it on, tired from the long shift. "Perhaps visiting this fellow might be in order, next time... Indeed, he may be a kindred spirit in these trying times..." Randy thought to himself as he walked out to his car, catching a glimpse of the other horse walking down the street with his piano case. He paused for a moment, then called out to the other shire. "Hey there! Do you need a ride....?"
Some paths are destined to cross, while others are fated to remain seperated despite the best of intentions. Always let those you love know that you love them :)
Randy and The Vault are © Angyl Roper and TheBoyNextDoor, which can be found here:
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/tbnd/
Music is copyright myself.
Many thanks to Angyl for being a wonderful friend and ally, and to Randy for showing me just how sexy a shire can really be. :)
It was a late night at "The Vault", a fairly hopping hangout for the locals.... it had all the usual adornments of your typical club. Plenty of brightly colored furniture, a veritable light show for a dance floor and all the techno and rave music you could shake a stick at to make it easier to get a good feel on the rump of that cute guy you had your eyes on. That was during buisness hours, anyways. After last call had been had for drinks and the regular lights flipped on, the crowd starting to filter out, only the bartender and the performers were left with the place to themselves, tired and exhausted from serving the masses.
One such shire sat in the corner behind his familiar keyboard, lost in thought. Not too long ago the Vault had sought for some live entertainment to mix up the music selection now and again, and the equine was part of the small band that played the place.
Flare sighed softly, looking at the performance stage. He'd wanted to be a soloist, but he just didn't have the right style that people liked to listen to, and certainly didn't have any kind of vocal talent. Much too big, too gruff for that. There was another stallion on stage.... they called him "Randy", as the shire remembered. Flare chuckled to himself, knowing that one reason he got plenty of time to himself after it was time to go was because the other members of the band were quite straight. "Their loss..." Flare snickered quietly as he passed his hands over the keys, thinking. Not quite ready to leave yet, but not knowing what to play. A secret fantasy.... what would it take to make anyone notice him, let alone the stud on stage? He certainly had run of the field as such a hot male performer. The shire despaired for a moment, then sighed heavily, looking around to see if anyone was still here. Randy had walked off the stage, presumably back to the changing room to put some clothes back on.
Flare felt out of place, out of time... all this flash and glitz, he really couldn't stand it. The music he played for himself when nobody was around reflected it highly. But he needed the money... he was stuck pandering to the masses even if it's not where his heart went. A few button presses, and his usual piano was layered with an old, familiar sound. Playing one more thing before he left would help him feel better.
Randy's black hide looked great under the spotlight... the crowd had been appreciative, as always. He knew how to work them, after so many performances. Guys always were a bit more generous when they weren't thinking "straight". *the heavy horse laughed a bit, gathering up the props left over from his show, and headed offstage where he was stopped by the manager for a chat. "Great, one more thing before I can go home...sigh." he thought to himself. Randy too, felt like a stranger here, nodding appropriately at the small leopard, barely registering what he was saying, something about sales figures and the like and how he was such an asset to the club, same ol same ol. Admirers didn't only come from the crowd, it seemed.
Then, something else caught the red-maned horses attention. Faint, yes, but perking his ears up, someone had turned on the music again it seemed. But it wasn't coming from the stage speakers.... was it? Ears perked up, Randy turned around as the leopard headed for his own office. "Gnight..." Pausing... he went back to the stage entrance, peeking through a break in the side curtain so as not to be seen. His ears did not deceive!
It was slow, at first. But the sound was unmistakable. A harpsichord! Who on earth would drag one of those out in this day and age? Randy's ears flicked again as he listened and watched the shire down in the band area.
Flare was lost in the flow of his own music.... slow at first, and then rising as he let more of himself go. Passion surrounded him, his heart yearning for everything it couldn't have, despairing for what seemed always out of reach, and yet in turn such feelings made the sound reaching his ears that much more beautiful... a return to a time of simpler pleasures.... ah, if only he had been around for the right era! Then, people would listen and take pleasure in the music he brought forth... the big horse fantasized about playing for a ballroom full of lords and ladies, dancing elegantly along the floor as his song rang out.
Meanwhile, hidden on the stage, Randy continued to listen, a small smile crossing his muzzle. Now this was something you didn't hear every day, and double that for being at a night club! He was reminded of his home, which he still needed to be getting back to. Slowly, the music came to an end, and the spell broken. The performer shook his mane out a bit, making the curtain ruffle ever so slightly before heading off backstage.
Flare grunted quietly as he finished his music, turning off his piano and preparing to leave when something on stage caught his eye... the curtain moved! Had someone been listening? His mind raced... no, anybody but that! He'd never live it down if Randy found out what he really liked to play... and he hadn't even worked up the courage to say hello, yet. The stallions cheeks flushed red as he quickly packed up his things, and made his way out. Another day, perhaps.
Randy smoothed out his jacket as he put it on, tired from the long shift. "Perhaps visiting this fellow might be in order, next time... Indeed, he may be a kindred spirit in these trying times..." Randy thought to himself as he walked out to his car, catching a glimpse of the other horse walking down the street with his piano case. He paused for a moment, then called out to the other shire. "Hey there! Do you need a ride....?"
Some paths are destined to cross, while others are fated to remain seperated despite the best of intentions. Always let those you love know that you love them :)
Randy and The Vault are © Angyl Roper and TheBoyNextDoor, which can be found here:
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/tbnd/
Music is copyright myself.
Many thanks to Angyl for being a wonderful friend and ally, and to Randy for showing me just how sexy a shire can really be. :)
Category Music / All
Species Horse
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 4.1 MB
Thank you, Shire, that's precisely how Mr Bramley would be. I wondered if you were plotting something earlier with all those questions... better to keep you in the dark for now though, I think. I may have got some inspiration back to set to work on 
TBND with a bit more enjoyment than previously.
Fits into the storyline well enough, the Harpsichord is one of Mr. Bramley's favourite instruments, along with other antiquated instruments like the Virginal and the Reed Organ.
TBND with a bit more enjoyment than previously.Fits into the storyline well enough, the Harpsichord is one of Mr. Bramley's favourite instruments, along with other antiquated instruments like the Virginal and the Reed Organ.
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