Random Acts Of Chaos

It was a nice day, as per usual. There were only few days on which the weather played up or much rather the Pegasi had storms on their "To produce"-Schedule. So as the weather was adequate, Gritty decided to go for a walk. He had noticed that he should get out more and maybe tell some talented ponies about the new formed band, in case they wanted to maybe join, or at least come listen in on a rehearsal of the guitarists.

Just as he walked out his front door he was already greeted by Pinkie Pie, "Hello, Gritty! So you decided to come out too I see." She jumped up and down like a pink rubber ball with excitement. "You know, it's reeeeeeeaaaaaaaaally nice to see you out, because it's such a rarity!!! Hahaha," she laughed at her own pun. Gritty gave her a perplexed look as she came dangerously close to him. Yeah, Pinkie sure liked to invade other ponies' personal space and he felt rather uncomfortable with it.

"Hello Pinkie, yeah, I'm really not out often. Actually, are you still such a musically active pony..? I mean you used to save us all by playing like ten instruments at once," he uttered as Pinkie came even closer... Inconsiderately close... He tried to move away from her, but wherever he dodged to, she came with him.

Pinkie thought for a few seconds. She put a hoof under her chin and looked into nothingness. "I guess so, why do you ask? Am I needed again?" She said, her hopes rising. An excited smile spread over her entire face.

"Well, if you're up for it, you can become a drummer..." Gritty couldn't even finish his sentence before Pinkie Pie reacted to the proposal.

"You count me in, Gritty. I love playing the drums... Especially the bass drum, because it sounds so deep and funny. Domm-Domm, De-Domm-Domm. Haha." Pinkie laughed at herself again, and this Gritty laughed with her.

As Gritty caught himself again, he stammered, "Well, now... haha... I know *pfff* why you're the element of laughter," while trying to get his laughing flash under control. "You really are a funny one; you should write the puns for our shows..." Pinkie's smile grew even wider as she listened to him. "BUT," he added "please don't make them too random, ok?" He watched her smile drop for a moment but return in a less extreme form.

"Sure thing, Gritty. I can do that, I'm not the element of laughter for nothing," she said with a more discreet smile on her face and her heart beating in double time. She jumped up and down in direction of Sugar Cube Corner excitedly as she exclaimed loudly, "I'm a drummer and pun-writer!!! Hahaha." She soon continued to stop other ponies and scream her new position in a new formed band in their faces.

Now that they had a drummer for their band, there were still two band members missing; a singer and a bassist and he already knew who he was going to ask to be the bassist, even thought it would take a lot of convincing arguments; Octavia. And, just as Gritty had expected, she was to be seen walking towards the town center for her weekly shopping for groceries.

Gritty sped up his pace to catch up with Octavia and had soon reached her. He now walked next to her as he asked her about the whole joining a band thing. She was little delighted by the idea. "Gritty, I feel very charmed by your inquiry, but I'm sorry, I have other obligations. Also where would I get a bass guitar? I mean... Would I even be able to play it correctly?" she inquired.

"Well, you play the cello, right? It's not much different from a bass guitar, except for that you have it hanging around your neck and shoulders on a belt," Gritty answered only shortly after Octavia had finished her sentence. He was try to convince her as best as he could, but somehow his best was not enough. He accompanied her to the stalls on the central plaza of Ponyville.

"You should know that the electric bass is not my domaine," Octavia said pronouncing the last word with a Prench tone to it, her muzzle up high in the air as if she wanted to say that the electric bass was a barbaric instrument that wasn't worthy of being held in her hooves. She came over as a quite stuck up pony with no care for the simple things in music and life alike. "I do just prefer me cello to this instrument that you want me to play."

Gritty thought of a comeback for a moment and presented it right of his tongue, "I can tell you, that there are also fret-less bass guitars, so if I get you one of those, you wont even have to change your playing style..." He thought for a brief moment and then realized a flaw in his thought, "Well, except for that little detail that the bass guitar is played by hoof, rather than with a bow."

Octavia snorted in disapproval at the thought of maybe chipping a hoof while playing the bass, but it sounded to good to resist. She just would try not to show her honest opinion. Also that there were modern fretless basses was totally new for her. "Well, fine, I will join your band. Just stop bombarding me with arguments for playing with you and your friends. Just stop, would you please?" Octavia said in a rather annoyed but still posh tone. As a classic musician you have to be a classy pony if you lived by her philosophy, so she set one condition for joining the band. "I just have one condition; I want to keep my classy look, even if I'm no longer playing in an orchestra, because, who knows if I won't return to classical music?" Gritty acknowledged her wish and accepted her demand.

Now the problems started to manifest; Who would become their singer? How would everyone get their instruments? Where would they rehearse? But those were problems for another day and time, at least for Gritty.