OpticPeach
When it came to doing things in public, some Mearh were good at it some where not. There were also those that even if they were not the best it was all they were good at or they were forced into the lime light so they might as well embrace it. Achene was such a stallion. He was not very good at many things. They only real skill he had was he had a fairly good voice. He would never call himself handsome or pretty for that matter so he did not rely on his face or body to get him by. So what does one do with a voice and no other real skills? The pale stallion with soft pink hair became a singer. Though he preferred to sing in a group often enough the stallion was a solo singer.
Dressed in a freshly pressed vest and a wide brim straw hat. He was at a small cafe today to sing for the customers. It did not matter if the cafe was crowded or not, he would sing either way. And sometimes when there was a large crowd he was ignored which was not bad. Even with this fact he hoped it would not be too too busy for him and luckily for him there was a nice lull.
