Author's Note

As you all know I have to edit these myself so Please feel free to tell me the errors.

And I want to try to go for a longer progressive clopfic this time. Inspired by a clopfic writer and I want to see how it fits to my "To the point" style of clop writing. A challenge indeed.

The Broken bass and a Apple.

“Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do~” I sang along as I plucked my bass guitar in the Ab major register while I sit on foot of Canterlot high during after school hours. I watch as the other students move onto the other matters in their day while play an electric bass (Barely audible) in major scales. I just got of my final class for the day, full of pop quizzes, irritation, and bad social spirit. Music is a key to the calmness in my soul and I choose the bass because I hate the loud overbearing nature of the Electric guitar. Reminds me of the school life since everyone and thing is loud, in your face just has a presence. The bass is a bit of symbolic piece to me: The quiet instrument that is meant for the rhythm, being the bed for the other instruments to fester; a strict team player where “I” a.k.a the bassist is the non-shining part. In real life I am just a quiet presence that can easily be ignored by others, but the same way how it has a presence when it needs to is how I can as well.

As I was thinking about my place in the band that is high school life. The door comes flinging open with a girl wearing farm wear running crying with some guy behind her. The guy is wearing similar farm wear as well and I hear the two as they begin arguing.

“Why would you do that Big man?!?!” The farm girl practically yelled through her sobs. “That instrument was a gift from Ma and Pa!!!!!!” She breaks down on the ground in sobs.

“It was an accident Applejack. I was working on the truck and your bass was the garage. I didn’t know my gear was…” Big Mac stopped when he saw his sister. He knew that whatever he says will be futile to even try speaking.

“I-I’ll get you a new bass!” He says with a forced smile as Applejack sobbed away. I couldn’t stand the sight as I myself have a bass I truly cherish. ‘Hmmm. If I can see the bass I can possibly fix it’ I thought. I have fixed basses before so maybe I can help them.

I begin to pack my bass-Oh sorry for those who don’t know I play a Fender 60s Jazz bass. The same type Jaco played for all of his songs. This bass belonged to my Grandpa’s friend who died in war. He gave it to me when I started liking music. We had to fix it up though since the neck was bad. I fixed that and fixed multiple bass guitars since.

I made my way over to the two in peril. “Excuse me. I fix basses at my house and I can possibly help fix yours” I said with a nervous wave. Big mac turns and looks at me with a bit of irritation.

“Not now buddy. Can’t you see my sister doesn’t need a dumb joke?” He looked at me in offense as if I was a bully. I shrink a bit when I saw his form and how burly he is.

“N-no jokes sir. I’m serious! I can fix bass guitars. I fixed many bass guitars. Hell even this old 60s jazz bass.” I said as I whipped out my bass and showed him. I pointed to the places that was my work.

“See the scratches on the parts I fixed? Sounds like a dream now” I strummed and a beautiful D chord came out. Applejack saw this and with tear glistened eyes asked me:

“..C-Can you take a look for me” She said while she grabbed my hand. I squeezed it with confidence and nodded.

Big mac looks at us and motions to his truck. “Well. No time like the present. Imma show you the damage on the bass” He said as he took the broken bass out and I carefully began examining it.

He wasn’t lying when he said it was beaten up, The neck snapped in two, body is a bit damaged, but not the pick-ups so that’s a good thing. The wood seems Wenge, It's for a deep warm feeling sound. Very expensive to its Rosewood counterpart. So the top and middle is bashed hard. The bridge and bottom for the pickups are good as gold so that saves me the majority trouble. The hard part is gonna be the body.

“So far the neck and top part of the body is badly beaten. If all the bass is made from the same type of wood, then this is gonna be a 1,000 repair” I said as Applejack and Mac became wide eyed. I lifted my hand.

“That is if you are willing to change the wood to a cheaper one. I can modify the wood to make it SOUND like it, but not have the feel of it.” I said as I carefully explained the situation to her. I rather not get a angry look from the brother again. Sorry if I sound like a punk, but I rather not fight a guy who can turn me into mince.

Applejack remained silent for a bit. She looked at my face and then into my eyes. Our eyes are meeting! I begin to blush since this is the first time a girl has give me the visual contact in high school. Applejack got off of her knees. Her blue skirt fluttering a bit in the breeze of the wind as she made her way over to me and her bass. She gently placed a hand on the beaten bass and looked at me with glistening eyes. She was choking as she began to speak and I nodded understanding what she is trying to say.

“I promise I will be delicate and sweet to the bass. As for the wood to repair it I need to order some Hard Ash and some Maple types of wood” I said as I got up from the ground and gently lay the bass down so I can wipe out my phone to begin the order.

“We got some types of trees with those types of wood back at the farm” Big Mac said as he can over to us. Well that makes my wallet less heavy and the repairs a bit easier to be. I forgot they were the apple farm workers.

“Well if you can take me there now I can possibly get started” I said as I smiled at the quick turn of events. I packed up Applejack’s gear and gently moved it over to the truck. I first put my bass in and then hers on top for a bit of cushioning; The two siblings came over to truck and opened the door. Big mac went into the driver’s seat. Applejack came over to me and hugged me tightly.

“Thank for what you are doing for me” She said sweetly. My god she has a grip and she smells great! And her bo- Oh dear god no.

“It is no problem really hehehe” I giggled goofy as I tried to turn my hips to avoid my ‘small’ friend being felt. She pulled me to the back seat of the truck. I can’t believe my skies when she acted so feminine with her brother so near. I swear I hope this is because she might have an interest in me and not something business transition-ly like bass repairs.

Big Mac drived down past the school parking lot. I saw the school visibly begin the disappear in the distance as the city starts to bloom into view. I see some of the students from class and some that goes to other schools. I saw sugarcube corner, the Boutique, and a library. I saw a couple near the library. A purple skinned girl who nerdy glasses with a average looking guy walk down the street.

‘That guy looks familiar’ I thought. I looked at the front and see we are at the limits. Big mac can see me in her mirror.

“So tell us about yourself.” Mac said in a deep yet friendly voice. Applejack looks at me curiously as well and I begin to speak.

“Well my name Issac Am, but I like to be referred to as I Am. My last name is Mee. As you can already tell I love the bass guitar and I played the instrument for as long as 15 years” I said as I looked over to Applejack who I flashed slight smile to. She returned the gesture as she began to speak.

“Well do you have a band? I am in the Rainbooms as the bassist’” She said with added interest. I shaked my head to her question.

“Nope. Haven’t found anyone with my taste in music currently. I listen to a lot of classic rock bands from the 60s and 70s. Not Limp Bizkit or any Nu metal everybody likes nowadays.” I replied with. It's true, I hate Nu metal and all the death type sounding metal bands out there currently. It sounds like the instruments are screaming and begging to be killed already.

“I like bands like Led Zeppelin, Hawkwind, Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, Cream, and- oh my god my favorite of all time is King Crimson. Their entire first album “In the court of the Crimson king” is a masterpiece of Progression rock and is what I consider to be true Classical rock.” I said we starry eyes as I fanboy about the raw talent and artistry that was their first album.

“Well that is a very interesting selection of music there. I happen to be a Led Zeppelin and Spice girl fan to be mighty honest with ya. I could never listen to rest because I get bored” Applejack said with a honest smile. I nodded and respected her answer. Not everyone can listen to the same branch of music All the time.

We chatted a bit more while we ride to her house. Applejack loves games and her friends. I told her about myself and we enjoyed each other’s company. We slowly were getting towards each other unnoticed until the truck stopped and she fell on me with the jerk. Here lays Applejack with her face a centimeter from mine and her freckled orange face turning into a red one. I hear laughter in the front as Mac got out the truck and opened our door.

“Looks like you two should have some alone time” Mac quipped as he chuckled again. Applejack embarrassed and fumed got up on her hands and elbows.

“Mac!! You jerk!!!” She yelled as Mac pointed to me with a shit eating grin. Applejack looked down to see me covered in her boobs. She blushed even harder as she tried to chase Mac but fell over. Now her ass is in my face. My nose is next to her apple oven and my god let me tell you. I can smell musk through her skirt and it was strong.

“Mac!!!” AJ finally got off and started to chase Mac around the fields. Mac was laughing it up and having a happy time. To be honest I am having a happy time as well.