Finally A Day Off

Trebass tore open the curtain, and began to look around backstage.

He trotted onto the creaky floorboards, "Not even a staff member? What is going on? There's supposed to be a concert soon, and I would expect more ponies even with the incident outside..."

He walked past spare chairs and music stands. Some delicate instruments were sitting in cases on crates and boxes.

"Hello? Anypony around?" Trebass asked, but received no reply.

He continued to investigate the backstage, looking for the cause of the crash he heard earlier. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to him, until a shining silvery object caught his attention from the corner of his eye. He turned, and something sparkled under a pile of folded chairs.

He removed chair after chair, but finally came to the sparkling object. It was a gun, a pistol specifically. The barrel of the weapon was silver, which was the reason for the sparkling. The handle was wooden, with the letters "M" and "G" engraved into it.

"I'm not even surprised anymore. It looks like this pure white city isn't as pure as everypony thinks it is. A city where guns lie around everywhere isn't what I expected when I came here." Trebass muttered to himself, as he removed the magazine of the gun.

"Looks like it's never been fired. The barrel is too clean, and the magazine is full." He had enough experience with guns to know had to identify whether or not they had been shot or not.

He stood up, turning the gun around with his horn, nothing else seemed to stick out to him. Suddenly, he turned around quickly. He saw something, or somepony, disappearing into an emergency exit door.

The metal door slammed shut, as Trebass shouted, "Hey! Come back!"

He galloped to the door, and threw it open. The stranger had disappeared from his sight. He thought that he had lost the mysterious pony completely, until he saw something small drop in front of him. He bent down, the object was metal bolt.

"A bolt?" He looked up, wondering where it had come from.

As he looked up, he saw the letters "E-X-I-T" falling down on him in large yellow neon letters. He quickly stepped back before a large emergency exit sign had completely broken upon his head.

*CRASH*

As the sign hit the ground and shattered into pieces, he saw a dark blue figure flying out the glass entrance doors that led outside.

"Tch. He got away." Trebass said frustratingly, he kicked the floor with his hoof.

He turned around, to inspect the shattered pieces of the "EXIT" sign. Pieces of glass were scattered around four broken electrical neon letters. The broken letters were flickering on and off with light, as tiny sparks flew from the frayed cables sticking out of the sign's frame.

"Now why would somepony try to smash this thing on my head?" Trebass asked himself.

He looked around the sign, and noticed a single dark blue feather, "Looks like our runaway pony is a pegasus. Well that narrows it down to about a thousand different pegasi in Canterlot! Maybe I can ask the authorities, but then again... I'm on friendly terms with the police right now." The unicorn sighed, as shoved the pegasus feather into his vest pocket. Things were not going as planned for him, not in the slightest.

He decided to clean up the mess the stranger had left him, he used a nearby broom to brush the shattered glass and pieces under a merchandise booth table. He began to trot towards the glass entrance doors leading outside, until he heard shouts coming from outside. Trebass could see red and blue lights flashing on and off on the white walls of the concert hall.

"Come out with your hooves up! We have the building surrounded!" A loud booming voice shouted from a megaphone outside.

"Argh! That pegasus must have done something in here... Or out there. I need to get out of here..." Trebass said, as he quickly turned around to find an exit.

He galloped around the dome, but found no exit leading outside. He only turned back when he heard multiple ponies bursting through entrance.

"Where do I go? There's no where--" Trebass begun, then turned to one of the hallways leading into the seatings.

He quickly emerged from the hallway and looked up, "There's my ticket out of here." He said, as he galloped onto the stage and behind the curtain.

He looked around, and a ladder caught his eye. He rushed over to it, and began to drag it to where the curtain rods attached to the wall. Trebass leaned the ladder on the wall so that the top of the ladder was touching the curtain rod. While he quickly climbed the ladder to the curtain rod.

He wasn't sure whether he was out of options, or if he was just being stupid. But he couldn't think about his motives now, he was already climbing from the giant curtain rod and onto the giant wooden pony face that was carved into the wall just above the stage.

"Funny, I've seen these around most opera stages, but I never found out what these faces were called." Trebass said to himself. He believed that talking to himself would keep him sane as he hung over fifty (50) feet off the ground.

He saw officer ponies flooding into the seatings as the tried to search for the unicorn. There was no time to waste, he saw the handle that looked like it would open a glass panel. He thought it was strange that the entire ceiling would be made of glass, except for the one small square pane that gave access to the outside. The handle was very small, and was just out of Trebass' reach. He saw the officer ponies climbing onto the stage, and without thinking, he jumped.

It was as if time had stopped for him, the handle came closer and closer, and then...