The town was in a state of pure thrill. For the first time in a month, the sound of real music soothed the ears of the spectators; mending the damage Mozart had done all those weeks before. The Mane 6 sat amongst the rallied audience, nodding in satisfaction.
After the sudden emergence of talent the week before, things in PonyVille had slowly gotten back to how they used to be. The crowds returned to the market, the birds began to chirp… but most importantly, the bi yearly concert came back for its second round.

As the song finally ended and Octavia disappeared behind the closing curtain, the Mayor stepped onto the stage ceremoniously and introduced the final performance; a solo by a mystery musician. Curious about whom exactly it was, the audience quieted in anticipation.
As the apron began to pull apart, Twilight could hardly keep down her anxiety. She knew exactly who would be making an appearance, and she was afraid that the sight alone would be a natural deterrent. If only everypony would stay long enough…

As the curtains fully opened, and the stage lights flared to life, a collective groan of ‘not again!’ rose up from the audience. There off to the left of the stage Mozart stood, eyes closed, face serious. Twilight knew for a fact that he was as nervous as she was, but she trusted that he wouldn’t break under all the pessimism that was being directed at him. If only he would start playing…

The audience began to get up to leave; anger unmasked across their faces. Mozart had to act quickly or all would be lost. His training from Pinkie Pie, from Vinyl, from Octavia… it all would be in vain if he didn’t get things off the ground…

And so he began to play.

The first note that came out from the keydrum was as crisp and pure as light itself.

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