Banded

I was a cellist making a little money touring Equestria. At the moment I was preparing to do a street show in Ponyville with my trusty cello. I was virtually homeless, unable to afford much on the small salary I got from passer buyers.

I pulled out my long bow and began a sweet simple melody I learned as a filly. I was interrupted by an audible “UGH!” Issuing from a small music shop in the street corner.

“Who is playing classical music?!” A girl stepped from the shop, her blue hair was spiked to the side, and she wore ratty jeans and a dirty white V-neck tee. She stopped when she spotted me, in my nicest clothes, bow halfway across a string. She stomped over to me, seemingly intent on making a scene.

“Why in the HAY would you play classical? I mean, seriously what about rock and punk and the cool music? Since when would you EVER play Classical?!”

“I’d like to inform you that I rather like playing the cello!” I replied hotly, she was getting annoying.

Stepping back, she grinned “Hey, I like you style, you ever played a bass?” Her attitude had changed completely, a grin on her face.

“Um, no.” I said startled

“It’s like a cello flipped! Here let me show you! One sec!” She ran off towards town square. A few minutes later she returned, a black case in hand. From within she pulled out a long slender instrument, a bass. It was gorgeous, all sleek and shiny. “Play.” She commanded, I held out my hand and she passed it to me. Carefully, I tipped it to one side and started to play. It was surprisingly easy considering I’d never played one before. It was just as the weird stranger said, like a cello flipped.

“Say, what’s your name?” I asked stopping short on the bass.

“Vinyl Scratch, what’s yours?”

“Octavia.” I looked at her suspiciously. “What do you want?”

“To start a band, get famous, like you.”

“A band? You want me to be in a band?!”

“Sure! Why not? You can play a bass, read music, I’m good on drums! We just need a Singer, a Guitar Player and Backround singer, oh! And a stage crew!”

“That seems like a hefty list.”

“I know people who can supply stage crew, and I’m assuming you know some classy musicans.”

“I do know a couple people who have potential here in Ponyville…” I said looking down.

“GREAT! Let’s go!” She grabbed my arm and tugged me away.

“WAIT!” I wrenched my arm free and walked back to bench, I carefully packed up the bass and my cello. Handing her the bass, I slung the cello on my back and we walked to our destination.