Marcato looked at the pony puzzled as he seemed to doze off right in front of the musician. The unicorn seemed quite sleepy, and having mentioned being an engineer Marcato could only guess that he had been fairly busy. However when he mentioned that the train he engineered was heading to Los Pegasus, the blue earth pony's eyes opened a little wider.
"Really?" Marcato said with surprise, failing to hide his excitement. He looked around to see who else might be around, to make sure they hadn't noticed him blow his professional look. No matter how much he wanted to look professional, at his age it was difficult to maintain that sort of posture around everyone. He cleared his throat as he prepared to speak again. "Is that a fact! Well, that certainly is a stroke of luck!" He said to the pony before him.
The fact that this pony was offering him a free ride to the festival caught him completely off guard. When he mentioned wanting to hear another song, Marcato smiled and nodded. "Of course, I love when people enjoy my music, whether I wrote it myself or not." He pointed out. "I'll happily play another song, I'm glad that you like hearing me play."
Marcato turned back to his violin and picked it up, and stood tall once more. He paused a moment as his mind whirled through different songs. Looking at the pony and going over his responses before, Marcato picked out a song he thought the unicorn may like. Something complex... I know just the thing. The musician realized.
He began playing the highly originally named song "Concerto for 2 violins in D minor," or at least he played the one part of it, which was what he had learned in the past. He figured he wanted something a little more complicated and considering that this was a classical piece with a more fast paced feel, he felt that qualified as more complicated. He also assumed that if this pony liked Canon he would like other classical music.
As he made his way through the long four minute piece, he tried his best to make it sound as good as he could. The piece was difficult in many aspects as it was very confusing at times with some of the ways your were meant to play. Being the perfectionist he was, he wouldn't let a single issue slip by and tried as hard as he could to keep his notes at the absolute perfect pitch. (Naturally a difficult thing.) There was the occasional out of tune note, but he prayed that the listener would hardly notice.
As it drew to a close, Marcato let out a satisfied sigh and put his instrument down, and approached his 'audience.' "I hope you don't mind, that's not the best I've played that piece... It's always been a difficult one, but I enjoy it either way myself." Marcato suddenly realized he hadn't even introduced himself. "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't even tell you my name!" He tapped his hoof on the ground in frustration with himself. "My name is Velox Psallebat Marcato, but, most ponies just call me Marcato for short." He explain.