Kitsune was quietly following along with each and every note. She could see them clearly in her mind like she was writing them all over again. She could feel it coming to a close and her nerves started to really nag at her. She sunk down on her seat a bit. Waiting for what she feared was coming. The sound of silence, she closed her eyes as she heard the last notes being played....then there it was. Silence. So silent in fact she could hear the shuffle of Mr. Penn’s shoes as he spun to face the audience. Then just as Kitsune could feel the tears start to form her ears perked up to the sound of clapping. Slowly at first then it began to pick up a bit. Nothing too out of the realm of polite applause but a bit more vigorous than from a few of the last pieces. She looked to Dynamo and she sat back up in her seat.
“That, was just the first from out great young writer.” Mr. Penn turned back around and continued the concert.
Kitsune stood and told Dynamo she was going to get a drink and asked if he wanted anything. She made her way to the little stand outside of the seating. She could hear whispers of ponies around her. They were talking about HER pieces and how much they loved them. How they were new, but still kept to the integrity of what real music was meant to be. She felt so light that she could almost float away. She got the order and made her way back to her seat for the second half.
“Dynamo, ponies are actually talking about my music!!” She said in a hushed voice. She was beaming.