*Creak, bonk, scritch*
"Well, Flim, I'm plum-tuckered."
"Oh Flam, I know, I know. I'm just so tired of rejectection, you know?"
"I know." Flim whispered. "I know."
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The two tall stallions made their way into their apartment, ears down, eyes sad, depressed, and tired of rejection. Manehatten, Canterlot, Trottingham, Cloudstale (You don't want me to begin on how that happened) Coltston, you name it. And now, ponyville. Their once perky attitude was now depressed and downcast.
"Flim?" Flam sighed out.
"Yes?"
"What... what if we're not meant to be cider makers? W-what if..."
"If we arent meant to be salesponies?" Flim finished for him.
"Yes." He sighed.
"What if our cutie marks lied to us? What if our talent lies elsewhere?" Flam questioned.
"Oh Flim, I wish I knew. Though, I think it's time we go to bed. We can talk about it in the morning, but right now I'm a tired as a..."
"Over-stressed, over-worked hoofball player who went through a seires of contests meant to tire you down and then went to heavy weight lifting but then had to do the running of the leaves twice?" Flim answered for him, a hint of mischief in his voice.
"You seem to know me like you know yourself..."
"We are twins. Though Flam, promise me something..."
"Anything."
"Let's try find our true talent. I think fate has something set out for us. Hey I sound like what, and oracle?" He laughed, getting some of his enthusiasim back that had dissapeared like celestia's magestic golden sun now did.
"Of course."
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The two lively ponies made their way through Canterlot, just taking a walk.
"Flam, how are we ever to find our true talents?" Flim said suddenly.
He sighed. " I'm not sure." Flam said.
They passed many sights and decided to go to the castle gardens, to look at the statues.
"Lookie at this one, Flim." Flam said.
It was a big statue of their great-great granfather. His talent was singing, and he had music notes around him. He was a famous preformer, his voice absolutely perfect. But to them, he was grandpa Notes.
"What if..."
"I don't know, we can't be that good at singing, can we?
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They continued their tour around Canterlot, in awe at the sights before them.
They neared a big fancy club.
"Up for a drink, Flim?" Flam said, wiggling his eyebrows like crazy.
"Anytime!" Flim laughed.
As they neared the entrance, they heard a voice coming from inside and coming close to them.
"Oh, zis eez a dizasster!" The two brothers turned their heads as they heard a pony from a bar shout.
"We want entertainment!" People shouted from the bar.
Flim and flam looked at each other. In Ponyville, they did get popular from singing. That's how they instantly becaume popular. They exchanged a look, then an agreement as the Bar owner walked out. Maybe they could sing? They guessed a little extra money wouldn't hurt...
"Exuse me sir, but we think we can provide that entertainment for you..." Flim and Flam said.
"How do I know your good?" He said questionly, narrowing his eyes.
"ENTERTAINMENT!" Flim looked inside to see an obviously drunk purple pony known as berry punch hurtle a frying pan at the owner of the club, just barely missing him.
"Yourhired." He said quickly and franticly.
Flim and Flim walked into the Bar and avoided flying objects as eyes followed them as they walked towards the brightly lit stage.
Flim and Flam proudly walked onto the stage and the audience grew quiet, quizzically stared at them, wondering if they were any good. For the first time, they saw the club. It was dark, the only lights at each table, the bar, a lot on the stage, and on the dance floor, the lights rainbow and multicolored. There was a huge audiance staring at them with curious and anxtious eyes. Flim nd Flam gulped. Not becuase they had stage fright, no, they could stand in front of all of equestria and still be proud, but they werent sure if they were actually good. And they needed bits.
"You still have the instrumental for our song?" Flam whispered.
Flim responded by pulling out a C-D from his has, giving it to the D-J, a white with Light and dark blue hair whom he saw was named Vinyl, and whispered something to her. She nodded.
She stood up and shouted, and I quote, "Let's spin this s**t!"
Their music started playing.
"Well lookie what we got here brother of mine, it's the same in every town."
[ Well, you all know what they sing next, so no need to spend an extra ten minutes typing the best. Song. EVER!]
The crowd reacted similar to how the ponyvillians did, except louder and more full of praise, and they sounded like it was the best thing to ever bless their ears. Which it was.
The brothers realised for the first time ever, they sounded.... AMAZING! Like professional singers!
They sang the song just like in ponyville, except without any other pony's other diaologe like they were just talking about the Super Speedy Cider Squeezy 6000.
The crowd went crazy!
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"Wow! Ze Brozzerz were AMAZINGZ!" The Bar owner said.
"Would you please do the honor of preforming again? Please?" Vinyl scratched begged, and other ponies joined in saying things like, "It was simply divine!" "You know what this calls for? A PARTAY!" "ONCORE! ONCORE!" "Better than Bon bon's bon bons, I say!" "Lovely!" "GIVE ME MORE OF THIS BEAUTIFUL C***P YOU ARE SOOO GOOD!" A drunk unicorn shouted that last comment, getting a few strange stares/glares.
"Will you?" The bar owner asked, pleading with his eyes, the same going with the huge crowd all eyes on them.
FLim and Flam looked at each other in silent agreement, and nodded.
"Yes. Yes, I think we will."
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Adorned your flanks is something unmatching.
hansome and proud,
voices beautiful,
man, it makes me want to just... PARTY!
*ahem* You h]may not know who I am,
But I just gotta say..
Your one awesome hunk.
Well, you TWO awesome hunks. LOL!
From,
Secret admierer
"Well lookie what we got here..."
"We really ARE good!"
"You know Flim.. I think we found our true talent." Flam said.
"Preforming! That's it! How did we not realise it before? We have wonderful voices, we have no stage fright, and grandfather Note was AMAZING!" Flim said excitedly.
"Flim, we have to go celebrate this. With a PARTY!"
"We have finally found our true talent." They said at the same time, and they walked out of the setting sun to celebrate their new point of life, and change their lives forever for cider despair was no more, only cheering, dancing ponies and singing all night 'till the sun rises.
