Hello all. This is nothing but an idea that has been playing around in my head for a while, so I figured why not try and do it? Well here we go again.

Just FYI, anything written in this style is what a character thinking.

In Canterlot, in The Red Princess, a night club of great renown in Manehatten.

In the back room, where a certain unicorn was in his dressing room, drinking what was sure to be the fifth of many drinks he was going to be having that night in the City that never Sleeps.

There came a knocking on the door. Two sharp knocks and then a voice

"Show time in ten minutes Mr. Blue Eyes!"

The owner of the voice then ran off, knowing that the occupant inside had heard him, and that he needn't stay any longer than necessary.

On the inside of the room, a Blue Grey Unicorn had just finished the fifth drink, and was contemplating the sixth.

Blue Eyes as he was called, was actually named Octave, but the industry had given him the name of his eyes, and it had stuck. Ol Blue Eyes, the Voice that sent a million fillies into a fit of screaming frenzy, or so the Manehatten Times wrote in their headlines.

Octave poured himself another drink, but watered it down with four ice cubes, he couldn't get that drunk yet, no, no it was best to leave that kind of drinking to when he was alone and not around other ponies.

Octave looked at himself in the mirror on his wall, and sighed.

I haven't slept in three nights now, he thought with depression.

He activated his magic and fixed his appearance, fixing up his tux and bow tie, and putting a temporary glamour charm on his face, taking away the dark circles under his eyes. Now he looked like the stallion he was, not too old, but certainly not a young stallion anymore either. He looked over his appearance and saw that all was well now.

He fixed his tux jacket and went out the door with his drink levitating with him.

He walked his way to the stage, and took a quick peek outside the stage door.

Great, he thought, a full house.

Then he did a double take.

A full house?! Since when? This place hasn't seen a full house in at least two years!

Now granted there had been nights when there was quite a number of ponies, they all liked to be entertained or drink. But the place hadn't been jam packed in two years, not since the oh so great and wonderful Sapphire Shores and her groupies came. Octave had been delegated to being their opening act, oh had tempers flared on that night.

Octave knew that he wasn't the most popular singer in the charts anymore, but Shores had been disrespectful in her attitude towards him, something that he himself had certainly been in his early days, but he had had that beaten out of him in a back alleyway by the thugs of Capony and Lucky Lu, the big time Hoof Syndicate Bosses. Back in the day, that's what happened to hot young stallions who ran their mouths or their attitude, and Capony had been known to kick pregnant mares from time to time in order to teach them that very lesson. But Octave knew you shouldn't hit a mare, that just showed you had no class whatsoever.

But now and here in the present, there was a full house. A sweet Celestia damned full house…who the hell showed up?

It was then that he spotted them…well more of her.

Sitting in the best seat in the house was a Princess of the Night.

More specifically, THE Princess of the Night.

Sitting in the best seat of the house, in the best view of the stage, was Princess Luna.

Sweet damn Celestia.

And we shall cut it off here. Just give you guys a bit of an idea of what this was.

Just to clarify a few things.

Yes, Blue Eyes is based on Frank Sinatra, at least in how he sings, his name and a few other things. (if y'all didn't guess that already)

Yes, there will be some mentioning of songs sang by Frank Sinatra, as well as Dean Martin and a few other singers of that particular era and or time period.

No, I do not own any of the rights to these songs, or MLP FiM.

Yes, the names of Capony and Lucky Lu are totally un original and are just taken from names like Capone and Lucky Luciano.

Yes, there will probably be some more language beyond the word damn, but I shall try and endeavor to do my best to keep it somewhat respectable.

Please Read and Review.

(Raises a glass of Johnny Walker Blue) Cheers my Friends.