Post by Noteworthy on May 5, 2012 20:09:27 GMT -5
Noteworthy walked through the market place with a guitar case on his back. The blue pony had finished his shift working for his parents, and now it was time to pick up one of his many side jobs, street performing. It wasn't really a job for him though, nopony had to toss bits in his open case after all, and it wasn't like he'd stop playing if they didn't. The open market was a good place for him to set up, there were always lots of ponies around who were already going to spend their bits someplace, and it wasn't too far from his day job. In the end he found himself a crate to sit on where he wouldn't be in anypony's way, but still be close enough to have a decent amount pass by him.
The musician set his open case on the ground in front of him as he took a seat on the crate and brought his guitar into position. His instrument looked well worn and had stickers on its sides and back from all the places Noteworthy had played it in. If there was a Ponyville sticker, he'd probably have it on there somewhere. Maybe it was something he should ask about. At the very least he could get one made for himself so he could show it off whenever he traveled around. That was something for another time and place, right now it was time to brighten the day of some ponies, and give them a little music to enjoy while they did their shopping.
"This ones dedicated to all the bad guitar players in Equestria." He said to no one specific before starting to play a few chords... horribly. That was the point of the song though. He played the opening chords a few times, each time getting slightly better until he began to strum the simple tune rhythmically.
"The very day I purchased it,
I christened my guitar
as my monophonic symphony,
six string orchestra
In my room I'd practice late,
they'd leave me alone.
My mother said, "You're nothing yet,
to make the folks write home."
I'd play at all the talent nights,
I'd finish, they'd applaud.
Some called it muffled laughter,
I just figured they were awed.
So I went up for an encore,
but they screamed they'd had enough.
Well, maybe I just need a group
to help me do my stuff. "
The musician set his open case on the ground in front of him as he took a seat on the crate and brought his guitar into position. His instrument looked well worn and had stickers on its sides and back from all the places Noteworthy had played it in. If there was a Ponyville sticker, he'd probably have it on there somewhere. Maybe it was something he should ask about. At the very least he could get one made for himself so he could show it off whenever he traveled around. That was something for another time and place, right now it was time to brighten the day of some ponies, and give them a little music to enjoy while they did their shopping.
"This ones dedicated to all the bad guitar players in Equestria." He said to no one specific before starting to play a few chords... horribly. That was the point of the song though. He played the opening chords a few times, each time getting slightly better until he began to strum the simple tune rhythmically.
"The very day I purchased it,
I christened my guitar
as my monophonic symphony,
six string orchestra
In my room I'd practice late,
they'd leave me alone.
My mother said, "You're nothing yet,
to make the folks write home."
I'd play at all the talent nights,
I'd finish, they'd applaud.
Some called it muffled laughter,
I just figured they were awed.
So I went up for an encore,
but they screamed they'd had enough.
Well, maybe I just need a group
to help me do my stuff. "