Post by waxworks on Jan 24, 2014 4:18:44 GMT
As some of the other ponies filtered out of the hall Grace trotted giddily amongst the group, still shaking her head and clicking her hooves to the music. Stump was similarly entranced, air-guitaring on her back and rocking back and forth along her as they went. It wasn't just good music, it was infectious music and Mannequin Grace had a fever. She really didn't want it to end, but of course that was the nature of a good show, always leave them wanting more. There was a small commotion going on, and Stump tapped her on the head a few times.
"Hey Manny! Look over there! Aren't those the members of the band?"
Grace glanced in the direction Stump's little wooden claw was pointing to see Onyx and his band, as well as Dark Star and Slipstream. Her eyes widened, the artist was meeting with the crowd? A quick trot in place and she was about to zip towards them when she realized she was forgetting herself. Any stage performer wants to get one particular thing after a terrific show from a great crowd, and for that reason she zipped out of the town hall and came racing back a moment later with a bouquet of red roses that had been purchased at high speed from a terrified merchant with a series of flailing hoof gestures and hurled bits.
The unicorn paused to sort herself out and adjust her hat before she neatly trotted over towards the group, stomped and whistled to show her approval, and promptly let the magic-enveloped bundle of roses smack Onyx neatly in the chest, propelled by far too much enthusiasm. Grace winced, blushed, and threw off a sheepish grin before quietly back-stepping her way to place the two mares between herself and the band.
"Hey Manny! Look over there! Aren't those the members of the band?"
Grace glanced in the direction Stump's little wooden claw was pointing to see Onyx and his band, as well as Dark Star and Slipstream. Her eyes widened, the artist was meeting with the crowd? A quick trot in place and she was about to zip towards them when she realized she was forgetting herself. Any stage performer wants to get one particular thing after a terrific show from a great crowd, and for that reason she zipped out of the town hall and came racing back a moment later with a bouquet of red roses that had been purchased at high speed from a terrified merchant with a series of flailing hoof gestures and hurled bits.
The unicorn paused to sort herself out and adjust her hat before she neatly trotted over towards the group, stomped and whistled to show her approval, and promptly let the magic-enveloped bundle of roses smack Onyx neatly in the chest, propelled by far too much enthusiasm. Grace winced, blushed, and threw off a sheepish grin before quietly back-stepping her way to place the two mares between herself and the band.