♬Music Is Magic♬
♩Well, Trixie went down to Canterlot; she was looking for a job to acquire. She was in a bind thanks to Twilight’s behind and she was trying to fill her heart’s desire.♩
Now usually, she’d just use her spells to get what she wanted, but with no stage, those tricks weren’t gonna bring in any profit.
She wandered and searched Canterlot for an hour or so, and when she looked up; she saw a huge stage and could hear music being played nice and slow.
Now, she recognized this type of music in the air, so she took the time she had to stretched her hooves and prepare.
Using the most of her magic, she formed her instrument. She planned on using this for music, a glorious stimulant.
As she entered the back stage, looking all around, she was easily able to detect where the song was to be found.
♭She came across this young mare sawing on a cello and playing it hot, and the smug, self-determined Trixie jumped up on stage and said, "Octy, let me tell you what!
I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a cello player too, and if you'd care to take a dare, I'm willing to gamble with you.
Now you play a pretty good cello, friend, but give this unicorn her due. I bet a cello of gold against the job you uphold, because I think I'm better than you!"♭
The mare said, "You’re way over your head, and you’re ruining my concert. One more thing you should know, I can tell your ego is overt.
You have over five thousand ponies watching your every move! What exactly are you trying to prove?”
Trixie chuckled at the question and rolled her menacing eyes. She looked at her competitor and said, “I’m here to bring your demise!
Once this crowd hears what I’ve got. Why, they’ll know you don't have squat, and besides, this here is my final shot.
Ever since I was young, I’ve played the cello. I’d lie in my bed, stayed awake, leaning on my pillow.
As I relaxed there, I played the same song over and over again. I never wailed about how much my hooves hurt; I never did complain.
I loved the music, it soothed my soul! When I saw you perform that night… why, that was possibly my career you stole!”
The amber grey mare sighed in sympathy, for she remembered playing that night. She performed brilliantly, and she remembered seeing this rival in the stage, witnessing the sight, And she knew being able to at least challenge the performer would be giving her rival a treat of sheer delight.
“I don’t usually lower my standards,” Octavia said with a flip of her mane. “But for you, I guess I can oblige, just be ready to enter the fast lane!
♪Octy, you better rise up your bow and play your cello rough, because heck's broke loose in Equestria and Trixie’s sounds like she’ll be playing it tough.
And if you win you get this shiny cello made of gold, But if you lose, Trixie gets your carrier while leaving you in the cold.♪
Well, Trixie opened up her case and he said, "I'll start this show." Fire flew from her hoof tips as her horn rose up her bow.
She pulled the bow across those strings and it made an evil hiss. Then ten more instruments flew out of nowhere and it sounded something like this.
String after string, the mare furiously plucked, making Octavia just a little bit star struck.
Her talents were great, and showed her focus. By now the grey pony knew her rival wasn’t bogus.
She flipped around and slowly rose from the ground, striking those lines making a fair and cool sound.
The mare smiled as the crowd cheered her on, and Octavia was a little proud that the mare might’ve won.
But she was confident she could win, even though the amazing music kinda made her head spin.
When the unicorn finished, landing with grace, Octy prepped herself while picking her weapon with excellent taste.
"Well you're pretty good, and watching that was fun, But hold on for a moment while I get ready, just wait right there, and I'll show you how it’s done."
Stretching her forelegs and almost cracking her neck, Octavia repeated herself by saying, “Just hold on… just a sec.”
Her instrument sat nicely on her shoulder, and to the unicorn, the stage got colder.
Her hoof brought her stick up and laid it on the strings, and the way she looked, Trixie swore her enemy had angel wings.
Breathing in one last breath and ready to begin, the grey pony knew this would be all or nothing for her; this was for the win.
♫Fire on the mountain, run colts, run.
The devil's in the house of the rising sun.
Some chicken’s in the bread pan, picking out dough.
"Octavia, are you kidding me?”
“Does it look that way, heck no."♫
Her hooves swayed loftily back and forth forcing the time Trixie waited to be well worth.
She combined some Beat Hooven and some Notes Art as well, making her competitor fall into a different kind of spell.
Trixie felt her body sit as she stared, entranced by the miracle in which her song couldn’t even compare.
Those harmonic toned made her being feel numb; the constant notes that stayed on tempo played serenely in key with every single strum.
Nothing came close to the sweet and harmonic pace, and Trixie gazed lazy eyed at Octavia’s face.
Her grin played tricks on the unicorns mind. The music she made was masterly designed.
Right when it ended, Trixie felt her back shake. Even though she was being real this time, she still lost. It didn’t seem to matter that she wasn’t being a fake.
♬Trixie bowed her head because she knew that she'd been beat.
She laid that golden cello on the ground at Octavia’s seat.
Just as she was about to walk off stage, she heard the victors voice. "Now Trixie, I’m being generous… I’ll give you a choice.”
The mare turned with a puzzled look. This statement grabbed her curiosity like a fish caught on a hook.
“I’ll let you perform with me, but let me make things clear. We’re a team, and if we do this, it has to be a cooperative career.
Trixie’s eyes lighted up with pleasure. It only took fifteen years of searching to finally find her treasure.
She galloped on over to her new smiling friend, and agreed to the terms wholeheartedly as the encore began.♬
And they played fire on the mountain, run colts, run.
The devil's in the house of the rising' sun.
Chicken in the bread pan, now they're picking out dough.
"Octavia, you’re the best!"
"I know Trixie, I know.”
The end!
