The room was charred by the darkness. It was as though what light tried to enter the room was vanquished by the overwhelming abundance of the shadows residing within. And she was but all too prepared for this dwelling of black. She was clad in cloth that she dare not be seen in public, yet these sheltered her from the elements of the room. Her star-pattern onesie pajamas were all she needed for the moment.

“Twilight, it’s seven A.M. wake up! Hurry up and come downstairs,” called out her mother to the room. Yet not even a rustle was to be had. So the mother hurried her way up the stairs, for the occasion was most important. “Twilight Sparkle, do you know what day it is?”

And finally, one last snort and she lifted her head from a puddle of salivacious fluid on the pillow and adjusted her sleeping cap. “Friday?” She inquired to her mother.

“Yes, Friday. And what were you supposed to do on Friday?”

“Buzuh?” Her mother then burst into the room and drew back the curtains to illuminate the floor of books scattered about. Twilight’s eyes flew open when one particularly annoying ray of light splayed itself on her face and she was up in but a moment. “Oh criminy, it’s the school springtime carnival!”

“That’s right, so hurry on to school. Understood?”

“I was supposed to meet my friends there already! Ah jeez, I hope they didn’t do anything big without me.”

So after a few hours, given that Twilight’s house was way out of town and the school-bus driver had a bad case of . . . Well I won’t say what because that’s his own business. But the point is Twilight got to school late, which she only knew upon the sight of a parked cute convertible and two motor scooters that belonged to her friends. Meanwhile, her friends were goofing around at the festival, taking selfies, and making a very well coordinated dance and song routine like a bunch of hussies. She decided to go ahead and let them go on with it, after all when people get together for a musical number it’s just common sense not to go along with it because someone always ends up getting a bit part, and she’d be that person.

Whilst in her hiding place, she made note of all the progress currently taken for the springtime festivities. There were an assortment of mandatory carnival rides such as one of them death coasters, the big death wheel, and a carousel. Of death! Not to mention but from the looks of it two of her more competitive friends certainly went out of their way to test out the games, leaving few of them intact. And the food there was bountiful indeed, until one particular glutton with pink hair gobbled just about all of it up.

She was about to approach them when she was beat to the chase by the local disk wizard, DJ Pon-3, who was likely another hussy. She tried her best to spy on them, but she couldn’t figure out what they were saying. Whatever it was, it was clear the girls were overjoyed at the prospect. Eventually, the witch of sound-waves got on with her day with an extra swag to her walk and was immediately replaced by Twilight Sparkle.

“Hey sugarcube, we just got done testing out the carnival games,” greeted the apple-rancher Applejack in a cowboy hat.

She was then interrupted by some girl with bizarre rainbow colored hair. I’d think her name was Tootie Fruity but everyone I know called her Rainbow Dash. “Which, by the way, I totally won.”

“Hush now,” Applejack scolded before turning to her newly arrived friend. “So Twilight, where’ve you been?”

“I slept in, so I’m real sorry I’m late. Did I miss anything?”

“Well,” Applejack paused, thinking how to put it in delicate terms.

Pinkie Pie, the friend with the blue eyes, popped right out of nowhere and shouted “We’re going to make a band!”

Twilight cocked her head out of absolute genuine befuddlement. “Say what now?”

“Well that wonderful person happened by and invited us to perform at the Spring Fling. And we thought it would be simply darling to take this chance,” Rarity, the best dressed member of the group, answered.

“I understand that. How many of you play instruments?”

Rainbow Dash, as always, was the fastest to answer. “I can play the guitar!”

“Oh, really?”

“Okay, I have a guitar.”

“Alright.” She then turned to her more stylish acquaintance. “Rarity?”

“A lady must pride herself on humility,” she began, presenting herself with an incense of flair. “But I must say I do play the piano quite well.”

“And you have a piano?”

“Well, 'have' is such a delicate term, one of which that implies ownership. I mean, I know where one is, but it’s dreadfully heavy and should I request help from some strapping young man then the police shall surely arrive. And I truly do not wish to deal with the local law enforcement with regards to a stolen musical instrument.”

“Well, Applejack, what’s wrong with you?”

“Beg your pardon?”

“These things never go by in groups of two. What instrument do you play?”

“Now I resent the implication that something’s a matter with me. Matter of fact, I got me a good bass back at home that I can play with the best of them.”

Now this was perhaps the most unusual thing stated, for all the girls just stared at Applejack with dull faces.

“Alright, well Applejack you might have saved this show yet.”

“Well come on Twilight, just because we don’t know now doesn’t mean we can’t learn. Why, just afore you got here I said we could do anything with the magic of friendship.”

“Yeah, that’s great but have you seen the Diamond Dog Boys? If we enter we probably won’t stand a chance.”

“It’s not a competition Twilight.”

“Then let’s make it a competition!” Shouted Rainbow Dash who jumped into the fray with pumped up fists.

“Rainbow Dash is right, but for the wrong reasons. If we go up on stage and play bad enough, we might be run out of town. Remember what happened when Weird Al swung by and he was ripping off the songs of Cheese Sandwich?”

Everybody looked away nervously, as the mention of this brought up painful memories of a legitimate tar and feathering in public. It was not pleasant.

“So we really need to crack down and study as much as we can. Is everyone with me?”

“Um, Twilight?” Squeaked their meek companion who at this point had remained silent.

“What is it Fluttershy?” Twilight asked with a degree of light frustration at a universal cheer being denied.

“I really don’t want to be in this band.” Is what she should have said, especially after that whole time she spent as a model. But what she in reality said was “Oh um, I just needed a little help with something. Rarity, would you mind helping me later?”

“But of course dear. For now, though, let us give a hoorah for our new band!”

And with this final commitment they gave three cheers and ventured from then on out to meet again at a later date with their progress.

Author's Note

Fun Fact: Twilight Sparkle, as should be obvious, doesn't appear in Equestria Girls: Rainbow Rocks. This story is why she was censored from that story, despite being prominently featured on the front cover.

Also the title and start of the story is a direct reference to the Rebecca Black song "Friday"