I habitually put something bolded at the top even though I have absolutely nothing to say. "Shut up and write." Which asshole said that "The right half of your frontal lobe. You're boring me." Fine I'll write the fucking story. "No technically I'm writing it." Then why the hell are you yelling at me? "You're the one with hands." Fuck you. "Technically you just said fuck me." I hate that asshole. "You mean you." Fuck!

The club wasn't open for another couple hours, but Stills was there early to set up and rehearse. As he had predicted he got the job getting the call the next morning and the day after that he was getting ready to perform. The only support he had on stage was a caramel colored earth pony who had a very simple drum set beyond that it was just him his guitar and his voice. He wished he didn't have to sing his voice wasn't anything special but he hoped his guitar could make up for it.

"Sound check."

For your love.
For your love.
For your love.
I'd give you everything and more, and that's for sure.
For your love.
I'd bring you diamond rings and things right to your door.
For your love.

To thrill you with delight,
I'll give you diamonds bright.
There'll be things that will excite,
To make you dream of me at night.
For your love.

"Alright I think we've got this right just need to tune up and we can perform."

With the stage set and a couple of hours to kill before the opening Still's fell back on his new favorite old pastime daydreaming. He thought about what he would perform and the praise he would receive but it made him somewhat sick. He began to entertained fantasies of performing in front of thousands in sold out arenas but this was distasteful. He begrudgingly recalled a reoccurring dream where he was sitting on a large bus with a guitar and someone or something was attempting to open the door and enter, wanting to forget this he thought about Fluttershy. He found that he thought about often always with a sense of appreciation and almost wonder. He found it odd that any pony would go out of their way to help him and offer so much assistance to a complete stranger to the point of sheltering him. She actively cared for so many creatures and gave so much of herself to care for them with almost no recompense. She was a wonderful combination of frailty and dedication, empathy and compassionate action all of which he had never seen in those around him or even in himself. It further fascinated him that everything he knew about himself was common knowledge to the both of them through this serendipitous occurrence she actual knew him better than he knew himself. Christ why did he think about her so often as if he were a love sick puppy it made him angry that the his clarity of thought that was so highly prized was being shattered, but God did it exhilarate him that he couldn't think just feel what exactly he hadn't the faintest clue. The place was beginning to gradually fill a few moments before he began to play Fluttershy and her friends entered and found a table once they did he picked up his guitar.

"Hello, I'm going do my best to entertain you with something you may never have heard or maybe you have."

His guitar started singing no wailing an almost alien sound that utterly silenced the talkative group then he began to sing the words and the instrument broke out into a powerful rhythm that held the audience.

In the white room with black curtains in the station

Black roof curtains no gold pavements tire starlings

Silver horses branded moonbeams in your dark eyes

Gone like smiles on you leaving my contentment

I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines

Wait in the place where the shadows run from themselves

A soaring guitar solo concluded the song and it was very quiet then very subtlely one pink mane Pegasus began quietly clapping while trying to hide her face. It was small but it spread quickly and there was an uproar of as much applause as could be mustered by a modest crowd. Stills gave a very visible smile and began again.

I went down to the crossroads fell down on my knees

Down to the crossroads fell down on my knees

Asked the Lord above for mercy save me if you please

The solo had an old time bluesy feel that may have come from one hundred years in the past but it was balanced by a rapid progression and modern musical techniques that took both genres of rock and blues to an elevated state.

"Hot damn Fluttershy ya said ya found this fella in the forest, I'd suspect ya kidnapped him off a stage 50 years ago."

"Ya why were you keeping him from us?" Rainbow Dash took a good look at Stills.

"Come to think of it I swear I've seen that guy before I just can't put my finger on it."

"I hope you all enjoyed and will come and listen again."

"Come on keep playing."

"That's all for tonight but I'll have some new songs tomorrow if you care to stop by."

He gave a courteous bow and disregarding the back stage exit picked up his instrument and walked through the crowd to the front exit. Once outside he spotted Fluttershy standing with a group of mares to the side and he made his way over.

"Hey Fluttershy and hello to you all."

"Uhm uh this is Stills the one who was just performing."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, you were excellent."

"Thanks it's just what I do, well not really but for the time being it is."

"How is your memory coming along anyhow?"

"Not well all I've recalled now is that I'm from Canterfornia and I used to idolize Hendrix."

"you know you look awfully familiar." Rainbow Dash wasn't the only one thinking so.

"I've actually heard that a lot here but no one has been able to identify me."

"Well you'll remember sooner or later."

"I certainly hope so."

Back at Fluttershy's cottage she and stills were sitting on her couch talking, a little bit about the show but not much.

"Would you mind if I asked you something?"

"Ask away."

"Why can you remember how to play guitar and songs you've heard and books you've read but you don't know who you are?"

"I guess…I guess it's because that's the stuff I wouldn't want to lose for anything."

"I don't understand."

"What does it matter what my name is I'm still me be I Sam or Bill or John, and my job that's got nothing to do with defining me. Only the things I love define me and I love my music I love literature all I've forgotten only holds superficial significance if any at all."

He was quite for a minute.

"I suppose I didn't really have much of a life though."

"Why do you say that." Her voice was full of concern and empathy.

"I Can't remember a single person from my life nothing beyond vague apparitions, and if I can't remember anyone that means I didn't have anyone who I care deeply about and that means no one really cared much for me and that's no way to live."

"I…I care about you."

He looked up at her and gave her his same sly grin she hugged him and he kissed her muzzle and began blatantly blushing before he leaned in again and kissed her lips.

I've Still got some more elaborating to do but that's some explanation. Three Eric Clapton songs in this chapter one with the Yardbirds For Your Love and two with Cream White Room and Crossroads. White Room is one of my all-time favorite songs if you care to know.