The Two Hundred Words Collab

"It's very, uh... insistent," Lyra offered, crossing her nonexistent fingers that the faint praise wouldn't damn her.

"I know, right?" Carrot Top agreed, fortuitously unaware. "At first I thought it was too 'mainstream' for them, but then the first two-minute guitar solo came in and, well, I was sold!"

Lyra's first impulse was to guffaw at the notion of 'the first two-minute guitar solo', but, resolving to at least be a half-decent houseguest, she forced herself to mull it over. There were occasionally artists she appreciated more for their musicianship than their singing, so all in all, she supposed it wasn't too outlandish—

"Hold on, this is 'mainstream' for them!?" she then blurted out. "How in Equestria—"

"Shhh, here it comes!"

Just as the 'singer' finished scream-rattling off the letters 'LITPM!!!!!' - the initials, Lyra presumed, to some subcultural slogan that was completely lost on her - the purportedly deal-sealing guitar solo came screeching in.

It took every fiber of Lyra's being to keep her ears from flattening in sheer disgust.

"This is worse than Discord's 'Nails on Chalkboard Symphony,'" she simmered, only to shiver at the memory... and then freeze in terror. Oh, no, did I just say that out loud?