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- >When you awoke this morning, you felt tired and oddly, sad.
- >That doesn’t make sense.
- >Where is all that energy you had?
- >Even more odd, you slept in.
- >You head downstairs and grab the mail.
- >Don’t even bother with looking through it until you reach your apartment.
- “More of the same. Eri hasn’t written me back. Nor have some of the friends I wrote.”
- >’Looks like they’re ignoring you.’
- “I didn’t do anything to them, I’ve been a good friend.”
- >’When was the last time you talked to them face to face?’
- “I...I have been busy, that’s all.”
- >’Couldn’t make the time to see if they really needed you?’
- >You shake your head.
- “Need to stop talking to myself.”
- >Your movements are a little sluggish.
- >Just tired, that’s all this is.
- >You brew up a cup of tea, should help wake you up more.
- “I can practice in the meantime.”
- >As you’re looking through your music, you don’t see any that catch your eye.
- >In fact, it feels like you lack the motivation to even play.
- >You rub face briefly and hear the kettle whistle.
- >Getting up, you make a cup of tea.
- >While normally it’s good, it doesn’t raise your spirits much.
- “I think I’m sick or something.”
- >You set aside the cup and head to the bathroom.
- >A quick check with the thermometer reveals a normal temperature.
- “Okay, then I’m just tired.”
- >You head back to the living room and do some light stretching.
- >Even that doesn’t seem to help.
- >Panic slowly brews within you.
- “It’s okay, I have been pushing myself hard. Six hours of practice a day will do that. Not to mention barely getting three hours of rest.”
- >’And you thought that was a good idea?’
- >You shake your head, and sit down to play.
- “I’ll just force myself, I can’t sit around and do nothing.”
- >Though you try, the music doesn’t come out right.
- >It’s comparable to cats yowling.
- >Your frustration reaches a peak.
- “Alright fine! I’ll go get some pills from the store, review the pieces, and then go to the concert.”
- >Grabbing some bits and your saddlebags, you head out.
- >Thankfully it’s not too crowded out.
- >You can see some clouds are being brought in for the storm.
- >Probably should read the paper on when that is.
- >For once, you don’t bother saying hello to ponies you pass by today.
- >You’re just like the rest of them now, ignoring ponies.
- >Only one thing is on your mind, get some energy pills to make it through this evening.
- >Fortunately, the store has some, though you buy a couple of bottles.
- >It’s not like you used these before.
- >The trot back to the apartment was just as quick, but unfortunately leaves you little time to review.
- >Not to mention, you still haven’t practiced.
- >Your mood dampers further as you realize all of this.
- “Great, can it get any worse?”
- >You take some pills with your tea.
- >It’s hard to focus on the pieces, but you manage and head back out to the streets.
- “Just get a taxi, I can’t be late, I must be early.”
- >You hail a taxi and climb aboard.
- >Along the way, your mind wanders again.
- >I don’t remember eating anything bad to have caused this.
- >’You’ve been eating very little.’
- >That’s true, I also haven’t been around any sick ponies.
- >’None that you know of.’
- >It’s not like somepony would that to me intentionally.
- >’Not everpony likes you, no doubt some would hurt you.’
- >You shake your head.
- >Everything feels so negative.
- >You arrive and pay the driver.
- >As you hurry inside, you see you’re early and breath a sigh of relief.
- >”Something the matter Connie?”
- >You jump and turn to see Friedrich looking at you.
- “It’s nothing, I’m just a little tired, was worried about running behind.”
- >He nods before heading off to the dressing room.
- >What’s gotten into you?
- >You finish getting into your dress, with some difficultly.
- >And you look for Feather to talk to.
- >That should help ease you.
- >She just finished talking with another pony.
- >’Bet they’re talking behind your back.’
- >You shove that thought aside and approach her with a smile.
- “Hey there Feather.”
- >She smiles back and turns to face you.
- >”Hi Connie, I’m ready for tonight.”
- “So am I, we can have another flawless show.”
- >As she nods, you start to feel more energetic.
- >That doesn’t quell the growing sadness within.
- >It hopefully won’t impact your playing too much.
- >”Are you okay, you’re a little quiet.”
- >You shake your head and beam brighter at her.
- “Yeah, I’m fine! Everything is fine.”
- >’Liar.’
- >Feather looks a little concerned, but nods.
- >”Okay, if you say so. Looks like we should be getting ready then.”
- “Yeah, just give me a moment, going to get a drink before we start.”
- >She heads off and you go grab some water.
- >You can do this Connie, you’re just tired.
- >Heading out, you join the rest for tuning.
- >Like yesterday, Quiet joins you all shortly after.
- >After the applause, she turns towards you all and begins once more.
- >As you play, you are having difficultly focusing.
- >It feels like your hooves are heavy.
- >Each draw a struggle.
- >It starts to get to a point where you’re fighting against this lack of energy.
- >No, lack of motivation.
- >Thankfully the first half ends, and you feel some relief.
- >That doesn’t settle this horrible feeling within you.
- >Friedrich approaches you quickly.
- >”Is something the matter Connie?”
- >You force a smile to him and shake your head.
- “I’m fine, why do you ask?”
- >His eyes bore into you.
- >”Are you sure? Because I am certain you’re not playing on point tonight.”
- >Is it really that obvious?
- “I assure you, I am fine. I might be a little tired, but that won’t get in the way of playing.”
- >He slowly nods, but is clearly unsure of you.
- >As he leaves, you go see Feather.
- >Just distract yourself Connie, everything is fine like you said.
- “Hey there, still holding up?”
- >She looks a little surprised, but quickly shifts to a bright smile.
- >”Mhm, I am certain I can do this.”
- >You feel happy for her.
- >If only you could say the same for yourself.
- “That’s wonderful to hear, told you could do it.”
- >Feather nods enthusiastically.
- >”Thank you again Connie. You’ve helped me so much.”
- >A feeling of pride swells up, pushing aside the sadness for now.
- “You’re welcome Feather, I’m more than happy to hear that.”
- >”I know we haven’t been friends for long, but I am happy that we are.”
- >For the first time tonight, you give a real smile.
- >As the others return to their seats, you part ways for now.
- “Time to finish the final act, good luck.”
- >”You too.”
- >You take your seat and try to steel yourself.
- >After everything today, you will finish this right.
- >The second half starts off strong, with you putting everything forth.
- >Sadly, that isn’t as well as you would like.
- >You’re still fighting yourself to play at one hundred percent.
- >As the last piece dies down, you feel worried.
- >While there is applause, this concert wasn’t as good as yesterday.
- >You leave with the others.
- >Along the way, it’s hard to focus.
- >You feel tired and your heart feels heavy.
- >As you reach the dressing room, Feather stops you.
- >”Connie? Are you alright? You didn’t answer me.”
- >You shake your head and try to smile.
- “I’m fine, just really tired.”
- >She looks concerned.
- >”Oh okay, had me worried for a second there.”
- >Should you bring it up to her?
- >’No, she will probably think you’re being melodramatic.’
- “Yeah, it’s okay. I probably look bad, but I am fine really.”
- >She nods, and you get out of your dress.
- >Just need to go home and sleep this off.
- >Everything will be fine.
- >You go talk to Feather before you leave.
- “I’ll see you for tomorrow’s final concert Feather.”
- >She turns to you and smiles.
- >”See you tomorrow as well Connie.”
- >Your legs feel heavy, you’re feeling worse.
- >’That concert could’ve been better.’
- >I know it could’ve.
- >The Manehattan night greets you as you step outside.
- >It briefly refreshes you, but leaves you cold after.
- >More clouds in the sky, storm is likely tomorrow.
- >You get a taxi and feel blank on the ride home.
- >Why? You shouldn’t feel this way.
- >The taxi stops, when did you even get here?
- >You push aside this growing numbness and pay the driver.
- >Your apartment looks the same as ever, if only a little more dark.
- >The ground is starting to look more interesting.
- >You sigh as you make your way up to your apartment.
- >As you enter, you call out to the empty place.
- “I’m home.”
- >No replies, of course you’re alone.
- >’You don’t make time for others, only when it’s convenient for you. Why would anypony want to be around you?’
- >A flame of rage hits you.
- “NO!”
- >You look around, chest heaving, heart racing.
- >Slowing your breathing, you go splash some water on your face.
- “I’m just a little stressed and tired is all.”
- >Your reflection looks back, your eyes are puffy and you look a little pale.
- “When did that happen?”
- >’You’ve always looked like that.’
- >Shaking your head to push away these thoughts, you grab some sleeping pills.
- “Just need to get some sleep is all. I’ll be fine tomorrow.”
- >Though you lie in bed feeling tired, it takes a while for you to finally fall asleep.
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