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Every day was routine. Routine, routine, routine. And just in case, every ‘tomorrow’ was more routine, as if I would suddenly drop dead if it stopped. I can only liken the process to that of natural erosion, when entire hills are leveled completely over centuries by nothing more than wind and rain. And so it was that my hope and willpower was chipped away by life’s storms, bit by bit and piece by piece, until a meager pile of once-formidable dust was all that was left.

That was it. In that pile lay all my determination to make something of myself…to be different and unique…to bring something to this world that nopony else could and leave a master’s legacy behind…all my hope that one day, I would no longer be grey.

Then it, too, was whisked away by the wind. It was all too much to bear. I had to let it out somehow. So I stayed after school one day and went onstage in our empty auditorium with my cello. I played. Oh, how I played. I could feel my loneliness echoing through the hall as I fed my one defiant bit to the strings, each stroke pulling my misery from my heart and floating it into the air, ringing in the auditorium’s silence for the empty audience to hear.

Only it wasn’t empty.

-Excerpt from Black and White by ~Melionos
FiM Fiction Page: [link]

Definitely my absolute most favorite fan fiction from this fandom.

No, seriously. I love this story. I love it's characters. I love it's delivery. I love the story it tells. I love everything about it. I love it more than Past Sins and Fallout: Equestria .

Black and White is the reason why Octavia is my favorite, why I even took notice of her in the first place and why I love her so much. Without this fic, she'd just be that emotionless double bass pony from the season finale to me.

And now I have her on a flash drive so she goes with me everywhere. So she'll never be alone again.

Anyway, with all that gushing out of the way, I should get to the specifics...

This is actually a remake of Whisked Away by the Wind . I always disliked how small that piece was, and after two months, I finally found a new auditorium background that I liked well enough to work with.

And this was the end result. So much more beautiful with a larger image, isn't it?

I wanted to try and capture the emotion this scene displayed in the fiction: Octavia, tired of her dull daily routine and feeling so miserably lonely, plays her heart out to a seemingly empty auditorium. And as much as I want to be able to let you hear what I hear when I read this, I only have this picture to convey the scene.

Actually, it doesn't sound too different from this piece composed by FIMprov .

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Octavia is comprised of two vectors belonging to ~kyrospawn [link] and ~Sansbox [link]
Lyra vector belongs to *Kooner-cz . [link]
The auditorium setting was found on JaffeHolden.com via Google Image search. [link]
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You know the routine.

Routine, routine, routine...

Description
Every day was routine. Routine, routine, routine. And just in case, every ‘tomorrow’ was more routine, as if I would suddenly drop dead if it stopped. I can only liken the process to that of natural erosion, when entire hills are leveled completely over centuries by nothing more than wind and rain. And so it was that my hope and willpower was chipped away by life’s storms, bit by bit and piece by piece, until a meager pile of once-formidable dust was all that was left.

That was it. In that pile lay all my determination to make something of myself…to be different and unique…to bring something to this world that nopony else could and leave a master’s legacy behind…all my hope that one day, I would no longer be grey.

Then it, too, was whisked away by the wind. It was all too much to bear. I had to let it out somehow. So I stayed after school one day and went onstage in our empty auditorium with my cello. I played. Oh, how I played. I could feel my loneliness echoing through the hall as I fed my one defiant bit to the strings, each stroke pulling my misery from my heart and floating it into the air, ringing in the auditorium’s silence for the empty audience to hear.

Only it wasn’t empty.

-Excerpt from Black and White by ~Melionos
FiM Fiction Page: [link]

Definitely my absolute most favorite fan fiction from this fandom.

No, seriously. I love this story. I love it's characters. I love it's delivery. I love the story it tells. I love everything about it. I love it more than Past Sins and Fallout: Equestria .

Black and White is the reason why Octavia is my favorite, why I even took notice of her in the first place and why I love her so much. Without this fic, she'd just be that emotionless double bass pony from the season finale to me.

And now I have her on a flash drive so she goes with me everywhere. So she'll never be alone again.

Anyway, with all that gushing out of the way, I should get to the specifics...

This is actually a remake of Whisked Away by the Wind . I always disliked how small that piece was, and after two months, I finally found a new auditorium background that I liked well enough to work with.

And this was the end result. So much more beautiful with a larger image, isn't it?

I wanted to try and capture the emotion this scene displayed in the fiction: Octavia, tired of her dull daily routine and feeling so miserably lonely, plays her heart out to a seemingly empty auditorium. And as much as I want to be able to let you hear what I hear when I read this, I only have this picture to convey the scene.

Actually, it doesn't sound too different from this piece composed by FIMprov .

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Octavia is comprised of two vectors belonging to ~kyrospawn [link] and ~Sansbox [link]
Lyra vector belongs to *Kooner-cz . [link]
The auditorium setting was found on JaffeHolden.com via Google Image search. [link]
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You know the routine.

Routine, routine, routine...