Post by blues on Dec 10, 2012 23:37:39 GMT -6
It was late; late enough that the restaurant was all but closed. A few patrons remained, dotting both the bar and a few of the booths on the edges of the room. A buscolt wiped down the deserted tables, the usual signal to any stragglers that business hours were in the rearview mirror. Of course, anypony sticking it out in the restaurant this long either had a conversation or a drink that was far too engrossing for them to care.
Or they worked there and couldn't leave just yet.
Which was Blues' situation this evening.
Not that he was complaining. This was the only time of the night the manager would let him actually do what he wanted to do with his life; after all, with no guests in need of actual serving and the piano collecting dust, what harm was there if a waiter played a little ambient music?
So, bowtie undone in the universal symbol of 'I'm done working for the day,' Blues sat at the gleaming black piano, lightly running a hoof over the pearly white keys. He always looked forward to getting to do this, but every time he sat down, he wasn't quite sure what he wanted to play. Sometimes, it was an old standard, at other times his own music; tonight, he thought he'd try some of his own stuff.
So, after a deep breath, the stallion put his hooves to the keyboard and began playing. A few light, tinkly notes led in, mixing with lower tones by the time Blues began singing softly.
I'll be seeing you
in all the old familiar places
that this heart of mine embraces
all day through...
In that small cafe,
the park across the way,
the foals' carousel,
the chestnut tree,
the wishing well...
I'll be seeing you
in every summer's day,
in everything that's light and gay,
I'll always think of you that way...
I'll find you in the morning sun, and when the night is new,
I'll be looking at the moon...but I'll be seeing you.
Or they worked there and couldn't leave just yet.
Which was Blues' situation this evening.
Not that he was complaining. This was the only time of the night the manager would let him actually do what he wanted to do with his life; after all, with no guests in need of actual serving and the piano collecting dust, what harm was there if a waiter played a little ambient music?
So, bowtie undone in the universal symbol of 'I'm done working for the day,' Blues sat at the gleaming black piano, lightly running a hoof over the pearly white keys. He always looked forward to getting to do this, but every time he sat down, he wasn't quite sure what he wanted to play. Sometimes, it was an old standard, at other times his own music; tonight, he thought he'd try some of his own stuff.
So, after a deep breath, the stallion put his hooves to the keyboard and began playing. A few light, tinkly notes led in, mixing with lower tones by the time Blues began singing softly.
I'll be seeing you
in all the old familiar places
that this heart of mine embraces
all day through...
In that small cafe,
the park across the way,
the foals' carousel,
the chestnut tree,
the wishing well...
I'll be seeing you
in every summer's day,
in everything that's light and gay,
I'll always think of you that way...
I'll find you in the morning sun, and when the night is new,
I'll be looking at the moon...but I'll be seeing you.