Roommates

A green pegasus with an agitated face walked through the market, turning his head in every direction. "Why did he have to disappear NOW, of all times?" Colt thought to himself. "Iv'e searched every possible spot in Ponyville, where could he be?" His face started to gain an angry expression.

Finally, Colt threw his hooves up in despair and shouted "where could he be!?" He laid on the ground for a minute, but his ears perked up and stayed. Though all the chatter and commotion, Colt could hear the sound of an electric guitar. He shifted through the crowd, following the noise. He stopped as a cart passed by, and behind it

was a black grey pegasus, with short a short red mane and tail. He was wearing shades and playing an electric V guitar on an amp to a crowd of onlookers.

His cutie mark was two electric V guitars crossed, with wings, and flames behind them. There was a case with a good amount of bits inside near him. He finished a song just as Colt approached. Everypony disbanded and went back to their shopping and browsing. He tilted his sunglasses down just enough to clearly see the livid pegasus approaching. "Colt!" He exclaimed as he flipped up his shades and set down his guitar. The "Rockstar" opened his arms for a hug but was greeted with firm hoof to the stomach instead. "What was that for?" He wheezed, clenching his stomach. "I have searched EVERYWHERE for you. And the one time I need you, You're not there." Colt huffed, lightening up his mood.

"Sorry? I'm just putting on a little gig for a few extra bits." The grey pegasus said, regaining his composure. "So, what do you need?" He added.

Begin Origin

Flying Visord, also known as Flying V, and Roland to his friends, was born into a wealthy family in Canterlot. Even though he was taught to be proper and mannerly, he was always a bit out of line. His parents played in the Royal Canterlot Orchestra. Like every other high class parent in Canterlot, they wanted their foal to play the violin, in hopes that he could one day play with them in the orchestra. Flying V didn't want to play something so "Boring" but his parents insisted otherwise.

Secretly, is friend who was a master at guitar, taught him how to play. He wasn't very good at first, but got the hang of it after a few weeks. One day, while he was practicing, Flying V's parents found out about these lessons from a neighbor. They immediately banned him from playing such an "Atrocious" instrument, and from seeing  his friend again.

He still continued learning, but not nearly as much. Soon, he was teaching himself, because seeing his friend was too risky. A few years past, and now he too, was a master at guitar. For his birthday, he received a V shaped electric guitar from his friend. It was Flying V's favorite present he had ever received. He customized it to his liking, and stowed it away when his parents were near his room.

Only a month after his birthday, a concert was coming up for the Royal Canterlot Orchestra. Of course, his parents wanted him to attend. Little did they know, he was planning something great. It was the night of the concert, and it was in full swing. It took a little while before Flying V's parents realized he wasn't in the crowd. His mom shrugged and continued to play her viola. The song had reached a quieter section near the end, and this is when the plan was set into action.

As soon as most of the instruments had refrained from playing, Flying V burst through one of the windows near the stage, with his guitar. He immediately started playing an extremely advanced solo. It was a few moments before some ponies started to nod their heads a bit to the music. The entire Orchestra was still in awe, especially his parents. Their son was now playing a great song, with the very same instrument that they condemned. Once he finished his solo, the crowd started clapping and cheering for him.

Some guards came up to apprehend him for the vandalism, but he didn't care. Even in this situation, he simply started shouting "Thank you so much!" He didn't know at the time, but something was appearing on his hips. Two crossed guitars, with wings, and flames in the background. While he was being carried off, his parents could only feel a sense of pride.

That night, he was picked up from the station. On the walk back home, his parents never scolded him or showed an angry expression. They smiled and told him "We're so proud of you." Within the next few days, all of his rock memorabilia was put back into his room, and he became well known for his skill in Canterlot.

End Origin

"I need your help." Colt said, with a serious face. "With?" Flying V asked. "I need a place to stay. I know you can't live in hotel rooms forever, So, we can help each other out. I don't have nearly enough to afford a house alone, and you don't either." Colt replied. "I see what you're getting at, but I don't make as much as you'd think. You know my job back at Vinyl's club?" "Yeah, what about it?" Colt asked. Flying V laughed for a second. "Well, I might have accidentally turned up the volume on my guitar a bit to loud. I also might have blown up the amps with said guitar five seconds later."

Colt's expression changed to confused. "What are we going to do now?" He asked. "Well, there is one pony whose in the same situation as us." Flying V murmured. "Surely you don't mean-Yep." Colt's sentence was cut short. "Let's go find him. He hangs around the park a lot." V said, pointing a hoof in the direction of the park. "Fine" Colt replied.

It didn't take long to reach the park, the market wasn't that far off. Everywhere there were fillies and colts playing with their friends and family. Joyous smiles surrounded the two as they searched for their friend. They searched all over the park, but to no avail. Colt searched around a tree for the millionth time, but something hard fell on his head. "Ow!" he whispered as he looked up into the foliage.

Sitting on a concealed branch, was the exact pony he was looking for. "Found him!" Colt shouted. "Huh?" the pony in the tree asked, looking around for the voice.

To be continued in the next chapter: Emerald Star