Brother's Lament

Chapter 3: Rising to the street

Two days had passed since the return of Luna, daily routines taking effect once more after the events of the summer sun celebration.

The sound of a radio turning on broke the silence in the bedroom of a cottage within the town of Ponyville the sound of the announcer loud inside the room.

“Good morning Ponyville! Your waking up with your morning DJ Clear Signal here on P.V.R”

Spoke the announcer as multiple play-overs were played in the radio with several random sounds.

“Ponyville Radio, your home radio, where not much happens anyway, and we don’t care.”

After this a song began to play as a stallions tired groan was heard beneath the bed sheets of the messy room, clearly though this wasn’t his room for several mare dresses dotted the room and it plainly seemed that a mare lived in this cottage, the sheets stirred as the song began its opening lyrics.

Early in the morning

Rising to the street

Light me up that cigarette

And I'll strap shoes on my hooves

The owner of the tired groans sat up to reveal a blue unicorn stallion with blonde messy hair; his light green eyes were bloodshot and tired.

He reached a hoof over to the bed-side table picking up a glass bottle of liquor pressing it to his lips to find out it was empty, he dropped it to the floor out of frustration.

He sat up from the bed as quiet sounds of a mare at sleep came from the spot where he was sleeping  not even moments ago, rubbing his eyes he picked up a set of black spectacles from the bedside table, unfolding them and placing them over his eyes.

Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that

Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that

Cursing quietly under his breath he slowly tried to sneak out of the room before the earth mare suddenly sat up in her bed “Bass?”

she asked loudly just as the unicorn quickly left galloping down the stairs and through the kitchen where two of her room mates sat at breakfast

“Bye filly’s!” he called as he ran outside ignoring their calls of surprise and anger as he ran in the quiet streets, at this time of the morning the shop owners were beginning to open their stores and set up their stands for the day ahead, when he knew they didn't chase after him he slowed to a trot, he knew they’d want him to eat breakfast but he just wasn't the kind of stallion to eat breakfast with a filly he met last night and with her room mates on top of that.

As the sun rose higher into the sky he removed a small cylinder from behind his ear with his light green magic, placing the cylinder between his lips before a small fire spell lit the end of it, smoke rising up as he sucked it into his lungs and blew it out calling to a motherly looking mare opening her bakery

“Morning Mrs Cake! How are the cupcakes today?”

“Oh they’re especially good today, Pinkie is using her special recipe again.” replied the smiling mare

“Sounds good I'll have to think about dropping in today.”

“Why not come in now? They just got out of the oven.”

“I have an album to finish at home! Save me some for lunch!” The two ponies were calling to each other but stopped when a window flew open, a teal mare with aquamarine hair and a harp as a cutie mark yelled out towards them

“Quiet down there! I'm trying to sleep with my Bon Bon!” she yelled down at them, Bass Rhythm ignored her and instead continued on his path home.

When he reached his home, he stepped inside to be greeted by the mess that was his and his alone, moving through the mess he made his way into his recording studio, given to him by the record company the door had a sticker designed from his cutie mark adorning it’s surface, the trifecta of musical symbols, each one representing an aspect of his skills.

One represents his ability to sing, another representing his ability to create music and the last, his ability to play instruments.

However he can only ever play one instrument, memory of how to play the previous instrument being pushed out of his head when he learns a new instrument.

Stepping into the recording studio, his magic picked up a pair of head phones and half placed them over his ears the other one placed just behind his ear as he resumed his previous session, the sound of heavy techno music welcoming him as the beats of bass shook the speakers, causing them to vibrate, the room was sound proof so that it wouldn’t be an inconvenience to other ponies but the acoustics within the room just wasn’t what he was looking for in this song, so he stopped the recording as he paced back and forth, thinking.

He was so terribly focussed on his thoughts that he didn't hear a knock at his door, moving out of the recording studio he made his way to the front door, the song playing in his mind, when he opened the front door he was greeted by a muscular crimson stallion with white hair and grey eyes and a cutie mark he had never seen before, he was about the same height as he was and had four golden bands around his hooves.

His ears perking to the sound of outside however dawned something on him, the acoustics for his new song would be perfect outdoors, he banished this though however when the stallion peered at him curiously

“Can I help you?”

he asked as he looked the stallion over

“Yes you can Bass Rhythm. You and I need to speak, my name is Warsong, I'm your one thousand and thirty four year old uncle.”