Octavia tuned her Cello, moving her hooves around its sleek surface, feeling pleasure, she stuck a hoof in the F-Hole.
"Tavy!" a pure white disco pony slammed open the door. Quickly removing her hoof, she began to pretend like she was plucking the still untuned strings.
"I know what you were doing, just tune your Cello." Vinyl smiled. Gleefully, Octavia tuned her cello. It took almost 4 hooves to turn one peg, but it was well worth it. As she got out her bow, she stared at it for a good long while, the silver pony-hair tied to each end enchanted her. After all, it was her own hair.
