I was laying in my room at the castle reading Luna's...I mean Mom's old diary when my horn started to glow. "And I am getting to a good part!" I groaned before I teleported away from the castle. When I was done I found my self on a busy street of Manehatten. "Now why in the name of Equestria-" I said before my horn cut me off dragging me down a sidewalk. Many ponies gave me dirty glares. "Well I never!" I heard a mare complain. "Well I always!" I yelled back before I turned a street corner. "This is ridiculous..." I mumbled before my horn dropped me off in front of a theater."Strange." I mumbled to myself as I slowly walked inside. 

 The theater was abandon spiderwebs were everywhere, I heard a rat or two moving around in the shadows. Then the noise of a cello played in the theater. My ears perked up and I followed the noise to my surprise there stood Octavia Melody herself on the stage her eyes closed, she played her cello and it sounded beautiful. I stood there and watched a whole in the ceiling let in sunlight which fell upon Octavia perfectly. 

 Her music is amazing...

 I watched for a bit long and then Octavia's expression changed from calm to angered and she threw her bow into where the audience would sit and it landed at about the 28th row. "Ugh! Octavia! You are such a worthless pony!" She yelled at herself. I gasped as quickly ran up on stage.

This mare has some serious issues.

 "Octavia you shouldn't say that about yourself!" I blurted. She turned to me. "How do you know me? How did you know I was here? Who are you?" The gray mare said quickly. "I am Jetbeam," I started as I cued my magic to start the blue flames around me, " Protector of Dreams, and Helper of Princess Luna herself." She stared at me, her eyes full of terror and when the flames died down her expression changed. "Well what are you doing here? I'm living my dream! I'm a world famous cellist!" She yelled at me and turned away. "Your dream is in danger of being destroyed, Octavia. You are losing faith in yourself, and thus your dream is crumbling as we speak." I informed the gray earth pony.  Octavia simply roller her eyes, "Nonsense! My dream and I are perfectly fine."

 She then continued to play her cello ignoring me completely. I started to head home, I'd find her tomorrow.