Mute

Mute

Written by The Escaped Phyco Hero

The Grand Galloping Gala(Well not yet)

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(Marcel)

A sore thumb. That's what I felt like trotting down the streets. Passing ponies dressed in dresses and suits as casual wear, where I on the other hoof, just wore nothing. Some would keep their muzzles held high as if they wouldn't even spit in my direction, others would actually just look at me and give me a "How do you do?" once in a while. I just smiled and nodded.

After almost ten minutes of trotting, I finally made it to my destination, The Fillydelphia Cafe. Unlike all of the other buildings in Fillydelphia, the cafe wasn't all fancy shmancy. It looked like a classic roadside diner.

I opened the door a started hearing the low volume of music from the speakers in the ceiling.

"Yo Mar!" I heard my name being called from the corner of the room.

I turned my head to see it was my three friends : Crash, Waylay, and Aero. I made my way to them as they pulled a extra seat for me. I pulled my notepad out and began writing.

Okay, what's so important?

"What, we can't say hi to our old friend?" He said with a chuckle (Celestia I hate saying chuckle. Sounds weird)

Last time you wanted to say "hi"I ended up in Appleloosa with a tattoo that says 'All Hail Undead' ( which I kinda like) on my leg,a chocolate pudding bowl on my head, and a got a chick's pone number who, after a regretful night, found out she was a dude.

He exploded with laughter as he nearly fell out his seat. "I swear on my mother's grave I didn't know that dude was a royal guard."

He was wearing royal guard armour.

"Yeah, good times. So you might be wondering why I called you three here today?" He said trying to impersonate a British detective. We all just shook our head as he rose his hoof to his chest. "I, Aero Dixin Strike, have received, for a favor in return-"

"Celestia dammit man, just say it!" Waylay yelled and quickly sunk his head as he was now getting looks from the other customers.

"Fine fine. Thought you three would like a little bit of suspense." He then started to rustle around somethings in his saddlebag. "Let's see. No...no...na...oops, won't need those till tonight...ah. There's the hidden devils." From out of his always cluttered saddlebag (why do I have to be friends with slobs? Why cant I be friends with other clean freaks like me? And i'm mind rambling aren't I?) and pulled out four golden tickets.

"Wow Aero! You found four of Willy Wonka's golden tickets!" Crash said with enthusiasm. I swear he could beat Pinkie Pie in a "Who has a higher blood sugar test".

"Oh ha ha. Classic Crash. No, I found a way to get all four of us into the...wait for it...The Grand! Galloping! Gala!" He threw his hooves in the air and waved them in the air.

All of our eyes widen. Of course, like me, Crash, and Waylay. Aero also grew up as a rebel from a rich family, but knowing Aero, he did something idiotic which I would have to end up fixing.

Ok, who'd you screw with that they bribed you to keep quiet?

He looked at the paper and facehooved.

"Why does everypony think that every time I get something awesome, it's because somepony wants to keep me quiet? Why I tell you!?" He said annoyed.

"Because a hundred percent of the time, that is the reason." Waylay said lifting his head off the table.

"Well not this time. I booked us a gig."

"WHAT!" Crash and Waylay said in perfect unison.

Why in equinox* would you sign us up for a concert. First off, the Gala is for classical, high society crap music. We don't play that. In fact, we play the exact opposite. Second, WHY IN EQUINOX WOULD YOU SIGN US UP FOR A CONCERT! I swear if I could talk, the anger in my voice would be high.

"Because young padawan, we are the greatest band in history. Just imagine it my silent ninja,the Trailblazers inject awesomeness into the classy blue blooded party called The Grand Galloping Gala. And before you start to say... I mean write. You are dead wrong. You are one of the best guitar players in history. You can play the entire solo of through the fire and the flames without breaking a sweat." He said, making it hard to argue with him. So I just let out a defeated sigh and his face lit up like holiday tree.

"Great. We can play tomorrow at your flat, Marcel." He said as he pushed his seat back. "Deuce fillies." With that he made his way out of the restaurant and leaving me feeling sick.

Why do I feel like this is gonna be bad?
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*: Marcel is referring to the Equinox dimension ruled by princess Black Hole in where there is a corrupt version of all the ponies in Equestria. Although there is no proof of this plain existing, most philosophers and spiritual monks believe when a pony with a dark soul dies, his/hers soul is forever trapped in the Equinox dimension to be tortured.
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Authors note:
Yeah, sorry this chapter took a while to make. I was writing the PPS saga and busy writing a collab story with Garino. Hope you enjoyed.