Rock Star
Sedric could only hum again, his body and mind focused on being filled from both ends by the musicians.
Otis: Requiem in Dmin.
There lives an experienced, aged Buck. An artist, a poet, a last of his kind lost to his mind. A calling of rest soon enveloping leads to trepidations of unfulfillment and mediocre routines. Between tangles of a finished bottle and a cigarette burning...
For the Lion's Heart
While he was talented, he could allow at least that to stroke his ego, he knew there were better musicians than he. more talented musicians, those who would suit the man's rather plain tastes.
And the King Makes Three
Sat in the driver’s seat of the cart was an equally unusual pair of traveling musicians.
Born to Serve - 01
All four musicians were playing with their eyes shut.
Asliole 1: The Lawman
To maria's surprise, the band was a single musician, or rather it was a single sapient musician. the guitarist was a short, even by her standards, golden scaled lizard standing on its hind legs and weaving magic into his music.
The Ballad of Phillip: Chapter 1
#1 of the ballad of phillip a gay rock musician looks back on his personal life. author's note: thanks to my mate, my friends, my watchers, and my viewers. you guys are awesome!
wander ~ Chapter 18
I am a musician. it is not fitting of a musician to dirty his precious, precious fingers with grease and oil and-" ms. amador clucked her tongue and leaned further over the table, a mock-pained expression on her face. "see what i am saying?"
Remote-Control Pork
I snuck in through one of the side doors, hoping none of the musicians had started assembling yet. i caught myself sucking a tusk--silly nervous habits--and tried to focus on more effective movements than worry.
Serving Queen Twilight (An MLP Jeeves Prompt, posted with permission)
Sitting on her throne, twilight sparkle beamed, giggled and clapped as the musicians stepped out onto the stage and began a rousing polka tune.
Nether Encyclopaedia: the Celestials
Traditions:- they like to hold monthly musical shows, where all maestros contend to see who is the best musician there is.
Castrato
Raised by musicians and librettists, i was to be their voice. it fell on me to grow the fruit of their vision. the irony is not lost on me.