A number of ponies have read a bit about my past and everyone seemed pretty shocked or sad. I just don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea about me.

I’m not some shattered, broken soul dragging her hooves through life in shell shock. I don’t really talk all that much when I’m out because I like to ponywatch. Sometimes I shut myself away for a week and work heavily on music. But I’m okay. Bad things happen. We live and try to move on.

More to the point, that’s not the extent of who I am. Nopony is built on one series of events. I’ve had some relationship problems, yes, but there’s more to me than just that. And it wasn’t all bad either! You learn to value things more when times get rough.

I drank when I was a filly, so I know how important it is not to. I’ve been in some real fights, so I understand that violence isn’t to be taken lightly. But you know what else? I’ve had a lot of help along the way too, and I know how valuable it was for me. So I try to help others.

But I’m not special either, I just take life one step at a time. I’m not completely content, but nopony should be. Everypony should trot through life striving for just a little bit more.

In the end, I’m okay with how things turned out. I don’t mope around or cry myself to sleep. And heaven knows it could have been worse.

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Edit: Just warning everypony, lots of ponies have mentioned that his is very sad. So unless you’re really interested in my past, just skip this.

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Rainbow Dash asked me this question, and I accidentally answered privately, so she was kind enough to post it for me. Thanks Rainbow Dash!

Hey Lyra you compose REALLY great music! Could i know when you started to play? :) rainbowdash-answers

When I first enrolled in school it was mid school year. The music class wanted another string instrument so they tried to assign me a violin, but I had a lot of trouble. I could barely hold the thing and I couldn’t get my hooves to press the strings properly. The other violinists all used magic, but I didn’t know magic yet.

They found an old harp in storage and switched me to that. The original harpist in the class didn’t like me because they dumbed down all of my parts, which I guess is understandable. Pretty unfair from her perspective to be lumped together with me. It went on like that for the rest of the school year.

When I returned the following year, my harp, the old one, had mysteriously had all of it’s strings cut and was severally dented up. The school either couldn’t afford another harp or didn’t care enough to buy one. I knew magic by then, so I could have started over with another instrument, but it meant I would have had to go back a year in music and play with a new class. When I saw that smug look on the other harpist face, I knew she was responsible and I wasn’t about to let her get away with it.

I asked if there was anything remotely like a harp I could play instead. And they brought out this little thing they called a lyre. They said they used it as a prop during school plays but that it was real.

I was completely ready to sit down next to that harpist and show her up something good. But I still wasn’t all that great. And with my parts no longer being dumbed down I’d usually have to choose accuracy or speed. I just didn’t seem capable of both and my grade reflected that.

Halfway into the year, the harpist moved and I was told to switch back to harp. The teacher said she’d dumb down the parts for me again and I was all for it at first. Then the thought occurred to me that all I was doing was jumping around trying to find an excuse to be accepted for mediocrity. It reflected in other areas of my life too.

So I refused. The teacher wasn’t pleased. She told me if my performance wasn’t up to snuff for the end of the year recital she’d fail me for the year. I was sort of defiant in my youth, if you couldn’t tell, so I didn’t take that very well. I kinda blew off all of my other classes, memorized the pieces in question, and practiced every night.

When the recital came, I still made one or two mistakes. And I barely passed for the year because I all but ignored my other classes. But my music teacher said she was impressed at my improvement, and I even got an award for most improved performer. At the end of the day I got my award, when I came home and removed my dress, I noticed I had a cutie mark.

And that is the real story, all jokes removed.

ask-sweetie-belle:

asklyra:

ask-sweetie-belle:

Umm… okay, fine… here’s the story.  I’m only going to tell it once.

I was with Rarity, and ummm, I guess I was trying to help her with her designs, so she told me “Perhaps, darling, you could get a cutie mark for sticking your horn into the dirt!  Because you certainly will not get one for helping me with this!”

So I thought that it was a pretty neat idea, and I thanked her and went outside.  I got stuck for a few hours… and it became nighttime, so Rarity came out calling my name, then she found me crying upside down in the dirt…

She didn’t want to get her hooves dirty, and she was very scared, sooo… she called the Ponyville Fire Department, but they couldn’t pull me out.  They had to call in for backup, and then they spent a while digging around me until I could finally get out.

That was the first night Rarity let me have Ice Cream before dinner.

Celles, I remember when somepony had to call the Fire Department for me.

I think that happens at least once to everypony, or at least somepony you knew.

Well… that makes me feel a little better.  What was it that happened to you?

When I was a filly in Canterlot, I saw some other kids poking their heads through a railing on a bridge and shouting about something happening on the street down below. I stuck my head through one of the holes to see for myself, but either the holes for them were a little bigger than the one I used, or my head was just bigger.

I had to endure listening to a metal cutter tear through the bar above my head on and off for two hours while my head down to my dock was covered by a thick plastic mat that stopped me from seeing anything. In total I was stick for five hours. I’ve never been more hysteric in my life.

I apologize for my lack of manners last night, your highness, and humbly request your forgiveness.

I’m a little curious about my parents myself, sometimes.

I’m an orphan. I have no idea who my parents were or if they’re even still alive. Princess Celestia had me taken care of and properly educated as a filly, I was even employed by the government for a brief spell as an ambianic musician, to promote tranquility and mental wellbeing.

I try not to dwell too heavily on what might have been. If I had real parents I wouldn’t have become who I am. As is, I owe my life to your sister, Princess Celestia.

Spitfire, I’m so~ sorry for the late response.

I’m alright. Getting tired of practicing the same three pieces over and over again, but you gotta do what you gotta do.

And thank you again for letting me into the V.I.P section at the Grand Galloping Gala again this year. It’s always such a tremendous help in finding work. I really appreciate your friendship, and I’m sorry I have so little to offer in return.

No… You just don’t understand…

Octavia is like, a professional performer. The reason I’ve only played with her a two or three times is because she’s completely out of my league. I work by commission because nopony wants me full-time. I’m just not good enough…

Most of the time I don’t even play live, and when I do, it’s because there’s so many musician’s present that it’s less obvious when I screw up. The majority of the time I’m in a recording booth, alone, playing the same piece about five or six times until they get enough to splice together.

The thought that I’m just completely irreverent to her was just more than I could take at once, even if it makes perfect sense. I don’t blame her, it’s not like she was being spiteful. She was just telling the truth.

I’m probably just being emotional.

I’m sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I was never very good at history.

Well, I am a unicorn.

There’s this one really choice spell I had to learn when I first performed in Cloudsdale that would let me walk on clouds.

Come to think of it, that’s probably how Twilight and those earth ponies were there too. Still not sure what was up with that Rarity and her butterfly wings.

Anyway, Ms. Hooves gave me a lift to the competition. I still can’t fly.

Woah! Way to assault me with a bunch of questions all at once!

A) Together? Like in what way?

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Hold on… meta powers activating….

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Oh… No. She’s my best friend, and my roommate. We hang out and have fun. That’s it.

B) Yes. When I moved from Canterlot to Ponyville, Bon-bon was looking for a roommate to help pay the rent. She has “fine tastes” so her food bill is pretty staggering. It’s good stuff, though. Most of the time.

C) Yeah, brony! Derpy is awesome! Her and Carrot Top hang out every now and again.

D) No, not really. I mean, Twilight was always so busy back in Canterlot, and that hasn’t really changed. I’m not one hundred percent on who her friends are. Rainbow Dash and Applejack I figure from the Running of the Leaves. Then at the Best Young Fliers Competition, she was with Applejack, and rooting for Rainbow Dash and that dressmaker, Rarity I think. And I want to say she had Mister and Misses Cake’s apprentice with her and some yellow pony I don’t recognize. Boy, she had a set of lungs on her, though.