"Why did you call us both here again, Twilight?" Rainbow Dash, Apple Jack, and Twilight were all seated around a large crystal table inside Twilight's Castle. "Did the map call us?"
Rainbow Dash looked down for about the fifth time at her cutie mark, which was, disappointingly, not glowing.
"Ugh, I wanted to go on another adventure! You know what would be awesome right now? Being called to the Badlands. Or maybe-"
"Come on now, sugar cube," Apple Jack interrupted. "Twilight's tryin' to tell us somthin',"
Rainbow slumped down into her chair with a huff, making occasional glances at her flank. Apple Jack just rolled her eyes at this.
"Please continue, Twi. What's goin' on?"
Twilight glanced a a clock overhead.
"Oh, It's almost time! Rainbow," Rainbow Dash looked up. "I'll need your speed to pin Pinkie Pie. Apple Jack, once she's got her pinned, go over to Pinkie and make sure she stays that way."
Both of Twilight's friends just stared at her, quizzically. Twilight looked at the time once again.
"I'll explain later, just trust me. She'll be arriving in three, two, o-"
Suddenly a loud pounding erupted from the door to the throne room. Rainbow Dash, zipped out of her seat, as did Apple Jack. "Get ready, girls . . ." With a loud crash, the doors flew open. Pinkie Pie sprung through the opening. He hair was a mess, well, messier than normal.
"What do I do? What do I dooooo!" Pinkie Pie started bouncing frantically around the room. She knocked into pictures, vases. You name it, she broke it. Rainbow flew towards her. In a matter of seconds, Pinkie Pie was tackled to the ground. Apple Jack fallowed close behind, Pinkie still thrashing about.
Once Pinkie Pie was firmly secured into a position that prevented her from ruining anything else, Apple Jack just looked at her in shock. "What the hay is wrong with Pinkie Pie!"
"What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG!? Everything is wrong," Pinkie Pie wailed. "Mr. and Mrs. Cake don't need me today, I have no parties to plan, and no Pinkie Promises to fulfill! I always have something to do, I never have nothing to do, so now I don't know what to do!"
"Pinkie Pie, take a deep breath," Twilight instructed. "Just lay here. Relax. Girls, you can get off of her now." Rainbow Dash and Apple Jack let go of Pinkie, who remained on the floor. "Everything's going to be okay. I checked your calendar, and I predicted that you wouldn't have anything to do today."
"But what do I do if I'm . . . what's the word . . . b-bur-brud?"
"You mean bored?"
"Yes! No! I don't know! I'm sorry, this . . . this has just never happened before."
Twilight pulled out a piece of paper. "Don't worry, I made you a schedu-"
"OkaythanksTwilightbye!" Pinkie Pie zipped out of the room, with the day's plan in her hooves.
Once outside, she quickly checked to see what the first thing on the list was. "Instrument lessons from Octavia . . ." Pinkie Pie read. "I hope it's fun, fun, fun!"
Pinkie Pie entered Your Inner Instrument, with the jiggle of a bell overhead to announce her presence. Pinkie bounced over to a chair in the waiting room and took seat. The cushion felt good on her hindquarters after rocking back and forth nervously last night. She didn't know what she would've done if not for Twiligh. But after a few minutes, Pinkie Pie realized this wasn't much better than her current situation. Worse, if anything.
The walls around her were a dull gray, with a just a pinch of purple accents. There wasn't much to do, either. Unlike most of the places she went, like the dentist for example, there were no coloring books or toys. Just a small coffee machine in the corner. To make matters worse, it was decaf. DECAF! What kind of place only offers decaf? Noticing a small box for suggestions, she wrote up an angry note about the drinks provided, then went back to doing nothing. After what seemed like hours, the door to the music room finally opened.
"Your Bs are a bit flat, Sea Swirl, so keep practicing. Good work, today." A lavender pony with a royal blue mane walked past Pinkie carrying a gleaming trombone. She din't think much of it, she could play one too, after all.
"Pinkamena?" Pinkie Pie bounded over to the door of the music room.
"That's me! But I prefer Pinkie." Stepping inside, she sighed. This room wasn't much different than the waiting room. The pony inside matched. She recognized her as Vinyl Scratch's friend, and she always tried to act friendly around her, but they weren't very close. She'd made her smile a couple times, but she usually stayed pretty serious.
"Are you ready for your lesson, Miss Pie?" Pinkie Pie was started to say something, but then just shook her head. It was better than Pinkamena.
"What instrument do you want to learn to play?" Pinkie Pie though for a moment. She hadn't really considered this. She was so focused on wanting her lesson to start that she hadn't decided what to start with.
"If you don't know, that's okay. Have you ever played an instrument before?"
"Of course, silly! I've played the the drums, the tambourine, the cymbles . . ."
"So I'm guessing percussion instruments are not what you had in m-"
"The accordion, the harmonica . . ."
"How do string instruments sound to y-"
"The banjo . . . wait, did you say string instruments? Do you had any guitars?"
"Well of course I have-"
"Do you have a super enormous one where you have to slid up and down on it get the right notes?" Octavia looked utterly exhausted at this point, but continued.
"Well, I play the cello. An even larger one is the double bass."
"Is it shiny and sparkly? Is it fun to play?"
"Well . . . um-"
"Oh! I also play the tuba, the trombone . . ."
Octavia sighed. This was going to be a long day.
