Hey, my name is Lyra, Lyra Heartstrings. I just inherited my grandparents whole estate, wealth, and all. Now, that's a good thing right? No. You see, I am required to move into the mansion for at least three months so I can get all the bits they had, which I would normally be fine with, but... the mansion just so happens to be located on the outskirts of a town called Ponyville... the most social, fun loving place in Equestria. That's all well, and good... the social, and the what not... for a normal pony, but I'm antisocial, antagonistic, and I just hate being around other ponies in general.

( First person fic as Lyra. A parallel story to Living with the music. You won't miss much if you do not choose to read the other story, save for the occasional cameo, but I do recommend reading it anyway.)