>>Waltz: No...no...nonono!
It’s wrong...it’s all wrong...
>>Waltz: [Defeated sigh] I just...can’t get it right....useless...useless...
>>Waltz: Why can’t I get it....
>>Servant Hello Master Waltz, can I get you anything?
>>Waltz: Can you bring the music back?
>>Servant: ....Excuse me?
>>Waltz: Can you bring it back?....The music...it is as though it has left me.
If you cannot then be gone...without such things I am not worthy to serve, Pennyworth.
>>Servant: Master Waltz I-
>>Waltz: Go!
>>Servant: A-alright Master Waltz....Have a good night.
>>Waltz: To you as well...I’m...sorry for snapping.
>>Servant: ...You are forgiven...are you feeling quite alright?
>>Waltz: I am.
Now please, Pennyworth...just go.
>>Servant: At your leave sir.
>>Waltz:If I cannot play...then what am I?....if I am bereft of music than I am like...a sheet
with no notes....a cello with no keys...a flute with no reed...what am I to do?
>>Waltz: Perhaps my talent is a lie...what if this mark on my flank is some joke...the
pony who loves to compose...but cannot do so.
There is no other word for such a thing...than joke...
>>Waltz: Perhaps it is that...that I am better a joke than a failure...who should want to
hear my music in anycase...it tis the work of an earthpony who could no more play than
a pig could fly.
>>Waltz: Tis better I shun the work that I do, to hide away....If I cannot create a simple
piece...then who would want to suffer my company?
>>Waltz: Did I not tell you to leave me!?
>>Ballroom: If I am not mistaken, you haven’t even told me hello yet.
>>Waltz: ...Oh, Ballroom.
I am sorry...I was not expecting you at such a late hour.
I’m afraid you have caught me in what is not the best of moods.
>>Ballroom: So I have been told.
>>Waltz: Told?...Told b-...[Realization] Pennyworth....I shall have him fir-
>>Ballroom: I would not be so hasty in action Waltz.
It is rare to find such good help, I would not squander it.
He tells me you are distraught.
>>Waltz: I have decided that I no longer want to play, Ballroom.
>>Ballroom: Ah...I see.
Well, that is most interesting.
>>Waltz: You are too generous.
It is a cautionary tale at most.
One of a foolish pony who thought he could make music for all to enjoy, only to find
it was not his talent.
>>Ballroom: And that’s even more interesting.
>>Waltz: Are you mocking me?
>>Ballroom: Not at all.
The thought just puts me in an interesting memory.
>>Waltz: What memory is that?
>>Ballroom: The memory of a little colt from a long time ago who wanted to make music.
Looked a lot like you actually.
He was an earth pony, like you, quite unusual in music actually.
Funniest thing, I just couldn’t stop him from singing and tapping his hooves on every
instrument in sight.
>>Waltz: And does this memory end with a broken pony at the end of his rope?
>>Ballroom: Why...no, I don’t think it does.
Do you?
>>Waltz: I think that the pony you remember is a part of the past.
I am simply a broken string of a piano, a sour note that cannot be mended.
Ballroom: Do you know what I think?
Waltz: What?
Ballroom: I think I still remember that little colt who, after bashing his hooves on every
instrument in the room, found a piano.
It was an old dusty thing of course, terribly out of tune.
Waltz: Was it?
Ballroom: Indeed it was.
From what I remember.
He played it anyway, and do you know what?
It sounded absolutely lovely.
Waltz: You’re being charitable.
Ballroom: Perhaps.
But he certainly thought so.
Because he kept playing, even when he got frustrated, or messed up, was teased, or mocked,
and I remember something else too.
Waltz: What is that?
Ballroom: I remember another little colt in the room who danced.
He didn’t think he was any good at all, until another little colt told him that they
would be a team.
The colt would play, and he would dance, and every time the other little colt felt bad,
or thought he couldn’t do something, his friend would tell him different, tell him
the truth.
That truth being that, no matter how many sour notes you hit, or how many wrong steps
you take, there’s a song for every note, and a dance for every step.
Do you remember that?
Waltz: I do...Do you happen to remember the names of those colts?
Ballroom: Why I’m sorry to say I’ve forgotten, must not be important.
But I do know that one little colt, showed the other a thing or two about piano.
How about we see if he still remembers it.
Waltz: Alright...
Alright, let’s do it.
Ballroom:Lets.
Pennyworth: Thank you for bringing him, you normally don’t come for little things like
this I know...but this world would be a much darker place without the music of Cloppan
Waltz.
Doctor: Glad to be of assistance.
In, One, Two, Three Cloppin Waltz was played by Neil Waycaster
Ballroom was played by Sonicsuns Pennyworth was played by Hamish
Written and edited by Squeak For, Coconeru, we believe in you mate, love
Ponyinabox and Happy Birthday.