Banded

by Lightning Rainboom

Rating: everyone
Tags: Lyra, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Carrot Top, Octavia, Bon-Bon, Random, Adventure, Derpy Hooves, DJ P0N-3
Length: 573

We took on our biggest adventure yet, as we entered the life of fame, and bright lights.

We weren't expecting this to happen, I wasn't expecting it, I can't say much about the others especially Vinyl Scratch who knew we were great, even from the beginning. I never expected to get this far, then again, I never thought I'd ever like rock music. Maybe impossible things do happen and maybe our story is something people want to hear.

Note: The ponies are human in this story for reasons you'll see, however I'm keeping everything the same. language and stuff because I want to be able to write in a comfortable Brony way so never fear! Enjoy :D Lightning

Published 2012-02-18 12:24:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-04-07 21:54:39 UTC

Prologue

The stage lights are set; the entire crowd stands waiting, and gold ribbons rope off the red carpet. It’s so loud you can’t hear yourself think.

The sound of a car turns heads as a long limousine pulls up to the front of the red carpet. The place becomes dead silent. A chaffer steps out and opens the back door, the crowd absoulutly explodes. Out steps the greatest, most famous band in all of Equestria, Outreach. Even the name sounds famous, eh?

But to understand us, I have to start at the beginning, how we all came together to create amazing music.

The Bass Player and The Drummer

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.