Joe Smith is a cynical rock n roll guitarist in a world with no MLP FiM (GASP!). He enjoyed his video games, movies and music just like anyone. He played the guitar and always wanted to start a band that would make it big before burning out. Instead he was stuck working a minimum wage job at a well-known fast food chain. He had friends, family, a girlfriend at one point. That was until fate decided to throw him the proverbial curve-ball one morning and he woke up to find his apartment lodged on the top of a very familiar tree.

This is my very first fic. So constructive criticism is appreciated. Also, if you want to recommend music to be featured in this fic, leave a link in the comments. I will be leaning more towards alt-rock but any music is appreciated. Shipping will not occur until later chapters (It isn't easy for Joe to overlook the issue that potential mates are all of different species). If you want to, you can also recommend potential plot turns. Adventure may play out later in the story. Sorry about some HiE clichés here and there. I'm trying to avoid them but if I end up resorting to cliché, please alert me. It's embarrassing I know.