A Cello Player's Nightmare
"WHAT?" Octavia scolded.
"I-I-I uh, b-brought your cello." The stage employee said fearfully.
"THIS." She picked up the instrument in her hooves."IS NOT A CELLO!"
The employee started sobbing, "I-I-I'm so sorry."
"YOU SHOULD BE! NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" Octavia waved furiously.
She watched as the colt ran away, leaving a trail of tears behind. Octavia rubbed her temples to avoid an upcoming migraine and counted to three many times, trying to calm down. She looked around at her surroundings, seeing employees running around everywhere for the concert starting right now, one of them slipping in tears and smashing into a table filled with pastries, sending them flying and pelting another two workers simultaneously.
"I deserve better than this." she whined, glancing at the not-cello given to her. She picked it up and gave a long stare at it; it was something she has never seen before. She squinted at the instrument and pondered how to even play it. It had looked like a small version of her cello, but without it looking nice. The strings were flimsy, there was a cord running through it, and it had an odd stick thing coming out of it (whammy bar). She wasn't given a bow to play this, so most likely, it was played by hoof.
She held it beside her like a cello and strummed it, hearing an echoed CLIIIING! It sounded absolutely horrid, and she wasn't able to see herself playing this thing, as well as preforming with it. Not to mention the position she played it in felt awkward. She positioned it like a violin, but it still felt funny, so she lowered it from her chin and had it by her hip. It felt less odd, but she still wasn't sure if it was right. Frustrated with this, thing given to her, she threw it on the ground and began searching for her cello.
She stopped an employee and asked for her cello with an annoyed tone.
"You didn't get your cello!? Then what did you get?!" he asked frightfully, his face growing pale under stress.
Octavia pointed to the thing on the floor beside her, and the employee gave it a dumbfounded look.
"A-a-a guitar!? WHAT KIND OF IDIOT WOULD DO THAT!?" he yelled.
A loud sob was heard from outside.
"A guitar? So that's what it was." she said to herself, eyeing the odd instrument once more.
The employee ran off yelling, "WHERE'S OCTAVIA'S CELLO?!"
Tons of shrugs and 'I don't knows' were seen.
The stallion gave out a loud groan as he started barging through closets and such.
Octavia huffed and started fiddling with her ''guitar'' once more. She was nervous, no doubt, but if this show didn't go on, she wouldn't be blamed, it would be the crew, so there was really no weight on her shoulders. She kept practicing the guitar by her hip, getting better with every single strum she made. She WAS an expert, anyways, so learning to play instruments was easy for her.
The guitar still sounded horrible, though, despite all the tuning, so she looked over at the cord, and began searching for an outlet fitting it. She came across a small speaker with the same shape as the cord, and plugged it in. It made a loud screeching sound that pushed her ears back, causing her to back up. She gave the speaker another stare, then she strummed the guitar. It sounded pretty cool, actually. It was lik-
"OCTAVIA! THE SHOW'S STARTING!"
She dropped the guitar, causing another screeching sound. "WHAT!? BUT I DON'T HAVE MY CELLO!"
"WHAT? WHAT DID YOU GET, THEN!?"
"A GUITAR?"
"OH, CELESTIA.... WELL, I GUESS YOU GOTTA USE THAT! WE CAN'T STOP THE SHOW!"
Octavia cursed the employee under her breath and unplugged the cord, picking up the guitar and racing to the stage.
There was a huge crowd, as far as her eye could see, all awaiting for Equestria's greatest cello player to preform. She gulped as she slowly walked onto the stage with the guitar, immediately hearing the crowd gasp and whisper at the sight of her instrument.
She reached the middle of the stage and plugged in the cord where a worker showed her to. There was a large set of silence as the worker left, everypony curious of what was happening here. She started shaking vigorously as she brought the guitar up to her hip again. She stared at the guitar once more and began playing. She had no idea what she was doing, but the crowd just stood there, shocked......because it was the most........AWESOME THING, EVER!
The crowd cheered as Octavia owned the guitar, completely unaware that she was. All she did was try to imitate one of her pieces, but it sounded like a completely different song. The workers stood at the sides, slack-jawed at the amazing epic-ness of Octavia at that second. Rainbow Dash would've cried over her playing. Octavia saw the crowd cheering her on and began to really get into the show, noticing the crowd jumping up and down at the sight of Equestria's best guitar player, and the stage workers began laying down stage effects that were saved for a heavy-metal band as Octavia was dancing around and doing tricks with the guitar in her hand, showing the huge crowd an awesome time with her goddess-like playing of her new instrument!
Word of the concert had spread across Equestria, and ponies started referring to her as "Rocktavia". And there was never a single concert that was as epic as that one, and it was surely going to be talked about for centuries to come.
The End.
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"I wonder how Vinyl is doing." Octavia asked herself cheerfully, anxious to tell her best friend about her awesome concert, as she turned the corner and saw the house, with it's door wide open. She cursed Vinyl under her breath for being so careless as she entered the house and turned on the lights.
"HOLY SWEET CELESTIA!"she yelled as she saw the damage of Vinyl's 'search' for her glasses. The couches were flipped over, the stuffing was ripped out, the cabinets and drawers were taken out and emptied, a milk carton was just thrown on the counter and her room looked TWICE as bad as Vinyl's did! It took Octavia about a WEEK to clean the house entirely after one of her parties, and not even THOSE were as bad as this. She felt her eye twitch as she dropped her guitar on the floor in shock and frustration.
"VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!"
