Dreams come true. That's what Perfect Fifth had been told. That's what everypony had been told. Unfortunately, life had proved otherwise. A bar pianist in search for a decent job, he is bound to bury his dreams under the blanket of dismay and instability. But when a certain mare appears in his life, can he find life worth living once more?

/A romantic, deep, kinda-sad-but-not-really-so-I-didn't-put-a-tag shipfic/clopfic? From me? Am I kidding myself? In all seriousness, though, it's a story written in homage to a wonderful brony, an amazing composer and a skilled musician - ArcSeraphim. Thank you, man. Thank you for giving me inspiration to write, and for your music. This fic is for you.