Eighth Note: Rock n' Roll

"Oh... my..... CELESTIA!" High Pitch cried over the line, "You're serious?!"

"Yeah, man!" I excitedly replied.

"Man? What's a 'man'?"

I realized what I just said. What is a 'man'?

"I don't know," I answered, "It just felt natural to say. Anyway, we perform in November, so yeah, jackets, y'know. And we gotta get our music playing from good, to professionally badass. We gotta impress Vinyl Scratch, and this is Canterlot, so we gotta take things up a notch."

"Yeah ma-, er, mare, er, bro!" High struggled to reply, "Dang it! You almost got me saying it!"

"Sorry," I chuckled, "But seriously, we gotta step up our game. We have to look professional for the ponies at Canterlot. You know how they can be."

"Meet tomorrow for practice?" High offered.

"Yeah, at noon."

"Alright, I'm gonna go tell Bass Cannon right now. He's staying over tonight. Be right back."

I heard him put his phone down and walk over to Bass Cannon, our bassist. I could hear the hilarious 'HOLY SWEET FILLY CELESTIA' from the other side. It was obvious that Bass was exited.

I heard High Pitch pick up his phone again, "Yeah, he's up for it!"

"Awesome! Hey, you two wanna play some Mineclop?"

"Oho yeah!"

I hung up my phone and hovered over to my computer. I wiggled the mouse a bit so the moniter would wake up from it's hibernation. Time to mine some diamonds.