Rainbow Dash Becomes a Punk Rock Legend

Nothing more was said after the words left Dash's mouth. Flaky looked more surprised than anything, completely still and wide-eyed. Krystal, on the other hand, was trying hard not to laugh.

"A what?" She asked.

"A band. We have everything we need. Guitarist, bassist, and a drummer. It's perfect!" Dash exclaimed.

Flaky broke free from her trance to deliver her remark. "And let me guess, you also have a killer soul voice."

This pushed Krystal off of the edge, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud. Actually, she laughed a bit too loud. The teacher opened the door and stared at the three, who immediately became stoic. She then slowly closed the door, and the trio started whispering.

"For your information, yes, I actually can sing. Come on, guys, this is a good idea." Dash retorted

Krystal's lips curled into a smirk, and then took a deep breath before saying "Fine. Meet me at my house as soon as we get out of here. My parents won't be around, and my house is in a woodsy area. Bring all of your instruments and amplifiers, and we'll play in the garage. Sound good?"

The idea sounded perfect to Dash. Not only would they have a place to practice, but they would be able to play whenever they wanted! In fact, it sounded a bit too good to be true.

"What's the catch?" She asked.

Krystal's grin faded, and she began to explain. "I live on my own."

Rainbow was confused. "Already? That's awesome! How exactly is this a bad thing?"

"Well... What do you think a sixteen year old is able to afford in terms of housing?" She said.

"Little to none..." Dash mumbled. "How much space is it?"

"It's a garage attached to a kitchen, bed, and shower." She replied.

"Oh. So, what, like... four rooms in total?" Dash asked.

"It's actually all one room." Krystal looked down at the floor.

Flaky piped up a bit. "If everything fits, then I'll totally do it. Heck, I'll even bring some sheet music."

And it was settled. The teacher came in after a couple of minutes with a cup of coffee in her hands, and sat down at the front of the suspension room. The three watched the clock slowly tick by, and it was like math class all over again. In other words, Hell.

When the suspension was over, Rainbow Dash walked out of the room and immediately started talking to the girls again.

"I'll be there as fast as I can." said Rainbow. "Give me your phone numbers and text me the address."

The three all exchanged numbers, and Krystal texted the two of them. Saving the address, Rainbow Dash walked out into the parking lot, where her father was waiting.

"How was it?" He asked in a slightly mocking tone.

"Torture." She replied, aggravated.

"Good. Now Dashie, look. Considering how it was only an after-school study period and not an actual class, not to mention this isn't going to show up on your permanent record, I'm not going to ground you."

Her eyes lit up, and she hugged her dad, speaking almost directly into his ear. "Good... Cause I'm gonna need to borrow your truck when we get home."

The father gently pushed his daughter off of his chest, and looked at her. "What?"

"I need your truck. I'm going somewhere." She said.

"Why not just take the station wagon? It uses less gas."

"I need to bring my sound system and guitar with me. It'll be a one-time thing, I promise!"

The father sighed, too burned out to argue. He simply nodded, and let Dash hug him again before getting in the car. On the way home, her smile only widened. A dream was becoming a reality. Slowly, but surely. She knew it would happen.

As soon as she got home, she disconnected her sound system and stuffed it in the back of the truck as fast as she could. Had she not been more athletic than most, she probably would've needed help. Either way, when the deed was done, she picked up her guitar, and smiled. Finally, it would be getting some action. She put it inside her guitar case and zipped it up. Slinging it over her shoulder, she got inside the truck and drove off.

When Dash finally arrived at the place her GPS told her to go, and she was greeted with a small dirt road coming off of the poorer section of town. The dirt road didn't end suddenly, rather it slowly became less prominent, and covered in the yet to be decayed early winter leaves. When she got out of the car, she heard a stereo coming from the right of the road. Looking in that direction, she saw a small concrete building with a rusted metal garage door, side door, and a small "fence" made of corrugated sheet metal. The metal was so tarnished that it looked like they were giant BBQ Flavored Ruffles. Wavy black hair sat just above the metal, and the antenna of a stereo was next to her. Krystal stood up, and waved. She turned off the stereo, walking over to one of the corners and seemingly fell through the roof.

Dash drove up to the concrete building and stopped a couple feet away from the garage. A couple of clanking noises came from the side door before opening up. Krystal was standing in the door frame. The open door showed the two barrel-bolt locks that held the door in place. Dash peeked inside, and saw that the kitchen was just a table with canned food and a mini-fridge stuffed into a corner. The wire for the mini-fridge lead over to the other corner, which had a small open metal hatch and a ladder installed. The cord traveled up the hatch, and a quiet 'whirring' sound could be heard.

"What's that noise?" Dash asked.

"Gas generator. I got it off of Craigslist, same as the mini-fridge." Krystal replied.

"Aren't those supposed to be loud?"

"Portable generators are. This one's a standby. It can't be moved, but it doesn't disturb anyone, and I can easily sleep through it."

Speaking of sleep, Rainbow took note of her bed, which was just a mattress with a single pillow and three separate blankets thrown on top of it. The other corner was completely empty. It was just a large drain near the concrete.

"I thought you said you had a shower." Dash stated, wanting an explanation.

Krystal simply pointed towards the ceiling, where a shower head was visible.

"Talk about roughing it." Dash said, feeling sympathy for the girl.

"You get used to it. Anyways, come on. Let's haul that sound system on in here."

The next half hour was spent hauling in Dash's overly complicated sound system. The surround sound speakers came with their own hooks, and ended up being a bit easier to install on the ceiling. The other amplifiers and subwoofer were able to fit nicely around the main area of the garage, and there ended up being plenty of space left over. Dash brought her guitar case in, and unzipped it. She pulled the sleek, blue and white six-string out and held it in her hands.

"Nice..." Krystal said, admiring the instrument.

"Where's your guitar?" Dash asked.

"Oh, it's on the roof. I was just doing a bit of practice." She said, climbing the ladder and retrieving the case. It was made out of a polished wood, and was clip-locked. Krystal opened it up to reveal an orange-velvet interior, and a beautifully crafted four-stringed bass guitar encased in it.

"1960's Vintage Espana Bass Guitar. This thing is the best. It was the one thing that I chose to take with me when I moved out. And damn, it was worth it."

Rainbow took the time to admire the instrument before hearing a car honk it's horn. Krystal opened the garage door and saw a large SUV outside. Inside was the Fuchsia haired Flaky, who got out of the car and stared at the house.

"Jeez. You actually... Live here?" She asked.

Krystal nodded, and Flaky opened up the trunk of the SUV, hauling the drum equipment out. Rainbow ended up helping her, as the pearlescent red drumset had to have weighed at least a couple hundred pounds. When it was finally inside of the garage, and all the instruments were hooked up to the sound system, the setup looked quite...

"...Awesome." Rainbow dash said to herself.

"Tell me about it. I think you just increased the value of my house by 3,000 percent." Krystal said.

They all laughed lightly at the joke, and then assumed the regular positions. Dash front and center, Krystal on the right back, and Flaky on the left.

"You said you brought sheet music?" Dash asked Flaky.

The girl froze in place. She had forgot. "You see..." She started to explain. Dash groaned in frustration.

"I did bring something, though! It'll be our first gig. I mean, it's not much... but it's a start!" Flaky said, trying to redeem herself. She pulled out a crumpled up flyer out of her back pocket, and then opened it up."

What Dash and Krystal saw on that flier nearly made them cringe.

"The annual Canterlot High Battle of the Bands? Seriously? Do you honestly think that we of all people would be a welcome sight to the judges there?" Dash asserted.

"Or that they'll even let us play in the first place?" Krystal remarked.

"Girls, girls! Just... Calm down. Look, we can at least audition, there's no harm in that. It'll give us a bit of street credit and recognition from people who go there. I mean, seriously! what else do people go to music shows for other than good music, am I right?"

"Well, you have a point. But there are certainly other places we can perform our first gig, right?" Krystal asked.

"We have to face the facts. We're not even a band yet. We're not going to land big-time gigs in Las Pegasus or Stallion Square Garden... Heck, we don't even have a name!"

The three of them stood there in silence for a couple moments. "A name..." Krystal echoed. "Ooh! I have one."

The two others turned to the girl anxiously.

"How about we call ourselves... Fall Out Girls?"

"Nah. Too uniform." Dash retorted. "I'm thinking something along the lines of... I dunno, Panic at the Reggae."

"Too wordy. Abraham Field?" Flaky suggested.

"No, no... No! All of these are horrible. Stop spitballing, guys. Let's think. Where do you see our band heading?" Dash asked.

"In the future?" Krystal began. "I guess.. Loud shows, lots of smoke, cheering crowds. Our name in big, neon lights."

"Alright, sure, sure. Think of some other things. What describes us right now?" Dash kept going.

Flaky answered this one. "Rebels. Fighters. Ghetto. Rejects. Outcasts. Troublemakers... I'm not sure, really."

Dash's eyes lit up. "Say that last one again."

"What? Troublemakers?" Krystal answered for Flaky.

"Yeah! Okay, look. Err, listen. What's the opposite of a troublemaker?" Dash asked.

"Not us, that's for damn sure." Flaky joked.

Krystal thought about this for a moment. "Well.. the opposite of maker would be the breaker. And the opposite of trouble would be things like good, harmony, joy, pleasure, peace-"

"Peacebreakers!" Dash yelled, cutting Krystal off.

The three of them both slowly grinned at the name. It was perfect. Descriptive, catchy, and original.

"So... we're all in agreement?" Dash asked the two.

"We'll be the Peacebreakers." Krystal said.

"Yeah. Peacebreakers. I like that. We will call ourselves the Peacebreakers." Flaky announced.

"And we are going to play the shit out of the Canterlot High Battle of the Bands."