Tapataptappitytaptaptap Canyon patted the drums with his talons. He loved this, the smell of wood and canvas, the feel of it under his claws, the wonderful sound that the contact made. It almost made him forget that he was supposed to be playing with another dragon. Ocarina, his partner, hadn't shown up yet.
He looked up at the sky worriedly. It was starting to turn pink as the sun dipped low, the sign that the music competition was starting. But there was still no sign of Ocarina.
He sighed, Ocarina had said she'd be there, but he knew she had an insecurity problem. She hated being on stage.... and sometimes she didn't like to be seen with him, even though they were very good friends. He sighed again, sometimes he wished he wasn't a hybrid. Then he remembered that he wouldn't be nearly as good at what he loved if he was pure AuraWing. Or pure SandWing, for that matter.
He looked around at all the other dragons around him. 'There are so many instruments!' he thought. He h