After strumming the last few notes, he gave a bow to his audience as some of them applauded. “Thank you”, he said as he began to close his book and put his guitar away. He looked at his tip jar and saw that it was about a quarter of the way full of gold bits and other random assortments like candies and coupons. Not bad he thought to himself as he put the jar away and walked out of the cafe where he’d been playing all afternoon and saw that the sky was a color orange and the unicorn cab pullers were turning on their horns for illumination. He began to walk back to his apartment room as the nightlife was starting to settle in in Manehattan, his home for the past year and a half.
The crowds walking by saw the young dragon who was darkly tanned, sporting thick black glasses, a top hat that looked like it was stolen from Las Pegasus, a green T-shirt that sported the cutie marks of two familiar Ponyville residents, fangs protruding from his mouth, folded wings on his back, two scales in the form of music notes from the side of his head, different music note markings on his knees and a tail that curved surrounded by black feathers. He was carrying a brown guitar shaped case that bore his name: Myoozik The Dragon. Even though he’s been a part of the city for what felt like a long time, the others still thought that it was odd that a dragon from the far away Dragon Lands would be a resident of a place usually filled with different ponies. It wasn’t that they feared him or ostracized him for it because he was a different species, they just thought that he felt out of place from this bustling metropolis, like he seemed lost and was trying to find his way home.
Myoozik felt lost as the skies began to dim and the streetlights turned on automatically. He still dreams of his homeplace and that he was still living there; sometimes he wishes he never left in the first place. He misses the gray cloudy skies filled with smoke, he misses the jagged rocks all around him, he misses the lava pools and rivers everywhere where he used to bathe in and relax, he misses the piles and piles of gemstones hidden in his old cave where he would engorge himself in the shiniest and brightest jewels his stomach would allow, but most of all, he misses his parents. The two dragons who hatched him and encouraged him to pursue his dreams are now far away where they can’t see how far he’s come into getting one step further of reaching his goal. That’s all in the past and is now forever a memory to him, and the thought of all that made him shed a tear. The homesick dragon made it to his apartment and walked up the stairs to his room. He arrived back home, but it didn’t feel like home to him.
He set his case down, sat down on his bed, took off his glasses and began to cry. He stuffed his hands into his face as tears began to stream down them. His hands started to feel warm as his mouth and nose began to exhale smoke with every sob, occasionally lighting up the color purple and violet as wisps of his fire breath escaped from his mouth. This is the life that I chose, he thought to himself, and now I’m witnessing the reality of it. Everytime he would get these crying fits, they would last for about a minute or a bit longer. However this time, he sobbed for about twenty seconds as he regained his composure and he wiped the tears from his face. He sat there looking at his darkened room for a few moments, seeing it as his new prison cell. He got up and grabbed a lantern, slowly letting out a breath of fire as it illuminated, brightening up the room in a purple glow. He moved the lantern around as it brought into view a group of posters hanging around his wall, those of various musicians and bands. He swung the lamp around as he gazed at the laminated photos of different ponies and species performing on stage or posing for the camera, judging him or showing off their success at his expense. He stopped at one particular posted in front of him, the one that inspired his dream.
Ever since he was hatched, he was always interested in music. Before he was even born, his parents used to sing lullabies and even perform rhythms using rocks and gemstones to their one lone egg waiting for the day that it would crack open. The melodies and rhythm of their singing and performing incubated and got into the egg as he was developing, giving his appearance the way he is now. As a baby, he would always be attracted to sounds particularly with rhythms and he would observe and clap as a result. He would watch various dragons sing and dance in harmony about their powerfulness and their proud dragon culture, and he wanted to sing along with them. One group of dragons in particular were the ones that really captured his attention, one that would later become one of the greatest foreign musicians in Equestria. Consisting of four dragons with rock based instruments, these would be known as The Shiny Gemstones and ever since he can remember, he would watch them as they struggled to play their instruments and sing properly. Growing up, he would observe them as they improved and became better and better with their music, but he was too shy to really talk to them and tell them how much he loved their music. After they left The Dragon Lands, they left an imprint on him so much that he wanted to be like them, he wanted to become one of the greatest musicians in all of Equestria.
Now in the solitary confinement of his new room illuminated by his lantern, he pressed his hand on the poster of The Shiny Gemstones, the very same band that inspired him to pursue music, sporting expensive clothing and posing with their now real instruments.
You’re the greatest dragon musicians of all time, he thought solemnly, you’re all legends to the Dragon Lands and to music itself. Now, I want to be like you guys. He moved away from the poster and stared out the window, observing the city night life as carts wheeled by and ponies were trotting on the streets shining brightly with the streetlamps guiding them. He contemplated for a few minutes, he wants all these ponies to know who he is. He imagined himself on a big concert stage, performing an epic guitar solo as the crowd of millions cheered for him and shouted his name. He imagined himself posing for the camera holding a giant gold record on a plaque, sticking his claws in cement and gazing at his star on the sidewalk, appearing on a talk show and cracking jokes at the host making them laugh alongside the audience, at the premiere of a big blockbuster starring him walking along the red carpet in a suit and tie, on the cover of various magazines and billboards, accepting an award as the host congratulated him, he imagined all of that. Before all of that could come true, he waited for someone to sign him up. His current pursuit is for a record executive to sign him onto a record label so he can begin writing, producing and performing his music for his first album. This way he can have all the equipment that he needs to make all that possible, but thus, he doesn’t see that happening anytime soon as none have approached him with a record deal.
Then suddenly, he had a moment of clarity. Despite the feeling of homesickness and the hopelessness that he’ll never become famous, he realized one thing: he won’t give up. Giving up were two words that he never believed in and he wasn’t going to start now. He chose this dream for a reason and he’s going to continue pursuing it no matter what life will throw at him. He pounded his fist at the windowsill in new-found confidence as he yelled out “I’ll do it for myself, my family, my homeplace and for my friends!”
He became shocked a bit when he realized that he didn’t make this sudden epiphany sooner instead opting to feel miserable all these months. He hurried to a small table beside his bed and he pulled out a gray box labelled “FRIENDS”. He opened the lid and in it were a series of photographs of himself and the friends that he’s made through his journey: one of him staring at a telescope with a unicorn wearing a scarf, one of him posing by a fountain with a gray batpony and a gray hippogriff, one of him dripping wet with a bucket on his head as a Twilight Sparkle clone with clown makeup laughs at him, one of him flying in the air with a blue pegasus with red glasses, one of him eating ice cream with a changeling with blue slobber, one of him being irritated at losing a game with another unicorn with a yellow hat as she looks smugly at him, and lastly one of him making a silly face with a gray earth pony with a black cap and striped socks on. He smiled as he looked at all of the pictures, knowing that he’s made all these friends throughout his journey to be a legendary musician. He loved and cherished his diverse cast of friends who helped him make Equestria his new home and stood by his side for as long as he’s known them. He closed the box and held it to his chest and hugged it. “I will do it for all of you”, he said softly.
He put the box away as he closed the curtain and he went to sleep. He now doesn’t feel miserable anymore knowing that he’s achieving his dream while having the support from those who love him for who he is and encourage him to keep going. These are the most important people in his life and he wouldn’t trade them for the world. He will always be supportive of his original birthplace and cherish his dragon nature with all his heart, but deep down he’s not going to give up in becoming a musician, he’s going to keep on going. He smiled once again with a tear as he fell asleep, tomorrow being another day for the dragon.
(This is dedicated to my closest friends icey wicey 1517, mjangelvortex, Wheatley R.H., Jarkes, Twi Clown, Mikey, TGM/TheGlimMaster and my best friend, LeoNero. I love you all so much and thank you all for being my friends)
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