Hurricane's Story

First Date

Hurricane sat with his guitar in his hooves as the clock ticked away. Platinum had left earlier that morning saying she had to take care of something in Canterlot leaving him here to run the shop all on his lonesome. That coupled with it being a very slow day gave him plenty of time to himself. Which for him meant practice.

Several music stands for different kinds of instruments were scattered around him as well as the instruments themselves. A saxaphone, euphonium, flute(Which is excruciatingly hard to play with hooves) and of course, his guitar. It had been a good day in his opinion. He ran his hoof over the guitar’s strings which produced a gentle sound that resonated through the wooden instrument and brought a smile to his face. “I’ll never get tired of that.” He said to himself.

He glanced up at the clock smiled. It was five till six which meant he could close up. He stood up and flipped the sign to closed with bit more enthusiasm than was necessary. But his happiness left him when he turned to the back of the store. Sheet music was strewn all across the floor along with instrument cases with their contents haphazardly put away inside. Hurricane sighed got to work cleaning the place up.

Just as the moon began its nightly journey through the sky, Hurricane put the last of the instruments on their displays and the sheet music back in the proper boxes. He turned to his desk which was like the back of the store but a bit more organized. He figured he’d leave that as a job for tomorrow. But he did want to take his guitar home, but the rest of the instruments belonged to the store.

He picked up the instrument and was about to put it in the case when he noticed a small piece of paper. He picked it up with his wing and unfolded it.

‘Note to self,

Ice Drop needed you to do something for her today after work. If you forget, Platinum will murder you.’

Hurricane laughed and put his guitar away. Platinum had been doing this too keep him from forgetting things that she, or her friends, wanted him to do. She always wrote note to self on the top to try and fool him that it was himself that had written it and just forgotten, but he had figured that out a while back but hadn’t told her.

“Alright, lets see what Ice Drop needs.” He said clasping his case shut and throwing it over his back. He glanced up at the clock and frowned. “I probably won’t get home till midnight.” He said. “And I need to stop talking to myself.” He said walking out the door.

Hurricane knocked on Ice Drop’s door and took a step back to admire her home. It wasn’t a huge mansion but it was a nice home. Just a two story cottage with a small window on the second floor. He looked back down to the door when he heard it unlock. The door swung open revealing a sleepy looking Ice Drop.

“Good morning Hurricane.” Ice Drop said with a yawn.

“Umm, Ice, its seven thirty.” Hurricane said giving her a sideways glance.

“That’s absurd. It’s fiv-.” She paused when she looked at the wall clock behind her. “Well that’s embarrassing.” She said stepping aside. Hurricane stifled a chuckle.

“C’mon in. I take it you’re here for that favor I asked?” She said as he stepped by her and into her home.

“Platinum said you had something for me to do. She also said if I didn’t do it she’d murder me.” Hurricane said with a chuckle.

“Oh, this won’t take very long.” She said with a smile.

“And what exactly is this ‘favor?’” He asked giving her a dubious glance.

“Oh no none of that.” She said with a blush. “The lightning rod on my roof fell over a few nights ago when Scootaloo flew into it. I was hoping you could put it back up for me. You being a pegasus and all.” She said motioning to his wings.

“I’d be happy to.” He said spreading his grey wings.

“Great. The lightning rod should still be up on the roof and the post as well.” She said. Hurricane nodded and stepped stepped outside again but leaving his guitar inside. He flew up to the roof in search of the metal rod. He found it dangling from a wire a few feet from the post. He picked the rod up in his teeth and guided it carefully over to the post that was grounded to the house.

“Lightning rods, who ever invented these things needs an award.” He slid the pole back into place. But as he slid the weighty rod into the post, a gust of wind he wasn’t prepared for blew over the house throwing him off balance and making him jerk the rod out of the post. “Luna-damned wind!” He cursed through clenched teeth.

***In Canterlot***

Luna was sitting in her private quarters accompanied by a particularly difficult match of Haylo. Suddenly, she heard a ringing in her ears that sent her off her already delicate state. She slammed her controller against the ground causing it to shatter into pieces. “Blaspheme!” She hissed.

“Luna, is everything alright down there?” Celestia called down the corridor.

“Not now sister!” She yelled back. Her private guards both took a step back away from the doors.

***Back In Ponyville***

Hurricane steadied the rod over the post for the second time. He was slightly frustrated and holding the rod with his mouth didn’t make it any easier for him. ‘What I wouldnt give to be an alicorn.’ He thought to himself. He slid the rod into the post and fastened it down tightly. “This won't be moving for a while.” He said flying back a bit to admire his handy work. Satisfied with his work, he flew back to the ground and tapped on the door.

“You’re done already?” She asked. Hurricane nodded.

“That thing won't be coming down for a while.” He said. Ice Drop smiled and stepped aside.

“Would you like to come in for coffee?” She asked him.

“Bit late for coffee isn’t it?” He asked stepping inside.

“Not when you just woke up.” She said closing the door behind him. She walked past him and into the kitchen. (I just kicked my bloody desk.) She came out a moment later with two cups of coffee suspended in her magic. “Thank you so much for fixing that.” She said. Immediately after, a clap of thunder shook the house and it immediately started pouring. “Looks like I’m gonna need it.” She said sitting down in one of the chairs in her sitting room. Hurricane sat down across from her, holding the coffee in his wing. He took a sip and smiled.

“Black, just the way I like it.” He said taking the cup away from his lips as the warm liquid spread through his body. They proceed with idle chit chat for awhile as the storm wore on. There was no way Hurricane was getting home in this weather. Hurricane was in the middle of a story from when Platinum and him were still foals.

“She steps up on the stage, slaps me across the face and starts singing.” He said. Ice Drop looked like she was about to spit out her coffee.

“It was that bad?” She said with a grin.

“I guess.” He replied with a shrug and drained his mug.

“Could you show me?” Ice drop asked motioning to his guitar.

“Oh, really?” He asked. She nodded with a smile. Hurricane stood up and unlatched his case and took out his instrument. He sat back down in the chair, his guitar resting on his knee. After a pop of his neck he ran his hand down the perfectly tuned strings. Ice Drops smile grew as he did it again. Her dad had played the guitar for her when she was younger. He racked his brain for a song to play, then one came to him, one he hadn’t played in years.

“My dad taught me this one when I was just a foal. Wasn't even in school yet.” He said.

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And after that, he played on and she joined in singing with him through the night as the storm raged on outside. It was truly, a great night.