Rock On From Beyond. (Rerecording.)

I was surrounded by my hall of records, each shelf stacked with hundreds of vinyl records, Rock, Country, Classical, all of the genres, I searched High and low, low and high, high and low, but nothing. What did I do to deserve this, what did they do, I needed an answer and the giant jukebox that is my brain doesn't have a single one. Ever since I could remember I've always had an answer, be it through Hard Rock or Country, music has been my master, my teacher. But now everything I've ever known, Everything I've ever loved, is gone. I never knew my father , I barely knew my mother, but this place has so many things to offer. But I'll give it all up just to get them back. A familiar song began to play over the speakers.

Man Who Sold The World

It wasn't exactly the answer I was looking for but it got me thinking, Death must have heard the classic rock and appeared next to the record player and set one of his own.

Dancing With Myself

"I see you're conflicted."

"What can I do to let you bring them here?"

"I don't do that for just anyone, considering that you owe me, that really lowers your chances."

"I'll let you add ten years to my sentence if you bring Jamie here. I've been the only family he had since Mom died."

"You do realize that he has a chance to be with your mother now."

"I know, but would he be happy without me?"

"A valid point, Depending on his answer I may accommodate you." After the song ended he took his record and left.

"Eli,!" Babs signature accent pierced through the overhead speakers. "Wake up, we're here." With a deep breath I returned to reality. I could see ponies shuffling off the train.

"That was fast."

"It's been three hours." Gilda was unenthusiastic.

"Oh let's go," Babs and I got up and walked to the door but Gilda didn't move. "You too G."

"Nah," I walked over and tucked her under my arm. "Get your hands off me you damn dirty ape!"

"Can't do that, you're my friend, and you need to get this over with."

"I don't want to."

"Life is not tried it is merely survived if you're standing outside the fire." The more she struggled the tighter I squeezed. "I'll be with you every step of the way."

"You'll just ditch me like she did." About twenty ponies watched on as I dragged her through the door.

"If I was gonna do that, I would've clipped your wings." I heard ten gasps from our audience. "Lucky for you that's no longer an option."

"You wouldn't!" Her eyes actually looked at me in fear.

"I would, and I will if you don't cooperate, you've seen what's in this case." That snapped her beak shut. I dropped her on the ground and changed my disposition at the drop of a pony's hat. I reached down and dusted off the Stetson Fedora and held it out to the one who dropped it. "You dropped this."

"Keep it," The beige Pegasus smiled and flew off. Something's familiar about her. I put the hat on and instantly the answer started to play in my head. Eureka That's it! I could plainly see the geek on my face in the reflection in the window.

"Got a new hat, gotta get some food, and then off to," I rustled through my pocket and pulled out a note. "Carousel Boutique?" My mental face palm echoed throughout my mind. "And find this Rainbow Dash character."

"Don't forget to say hi to my cousin."

"That too, man my to-do list today is boring," I bowed to my audience. "Thank you for watching my act, entertainer by trade, it gets boring when working with a script and professionals." I was met with relieved sighs. Gullible. "Now if any of you would be so kind, my friends and I need a tour guide, I will happily compensate you." A blue Unicorn mare with an Hour glass tattooed on her ass, stepped up and introduced herself with a slight dutch accent.

"I am Minuette, I can get you anywhere, within the confines of quaint little Ponyville I can show you all the shortcuts, time is money you know." She bowed.

"How much for a quick tour of the shopping district?"

"Five bits, two for you, two for her, and one for the filly."

"You've got yourself a deal." I counted out five of the coins and threw them in her direction. both the coins and her horn were encased in light blue magic.

"Now follow me," She trotted off toward some buildings. "This is Sugarcube Corner, Ponyville's sweet center, to your right you'll find Ponyville Library, and that way is Carousel Boutique, residential tailor, and a fine one at that, she has several famous clients, such as Sapphire Shores."

"That's who I'm here to see, say Minuette, would you mind taking them to Sugarcube Corner?"

"I don't see why not."

"And uh," I motioned for her to come closer and whispered in her ear. "My Griffin friend has a little problem, she needs to work out with a Rainbow Dash, I was wondering if you could make sure that she's there, for a little extra."

"I will see what I can do."

"Okay she'll take you two to lunch while I look for a new wardrobe." Before Gilda could say a word I ran off to the Boutique, coffin strapped to my back. Okay this thing is starting to freak me out. I stopped at the door and knocked. nobody's home, I spotted an open window on the second floor, and a tree I could climb up on. I slid in through the window just as the owner walked up to the door. I quickly ran down the stairs and slid behind a curtain.

"She'll be here any minute Opal I've got to put the finishing touches on her order." This must be the town tailor, her voice sounds melodious, perfect for singing. The curtain started moving like a cat was clawing at it. "Is something there?" The curtain slid open leaving me face to face with the white mare. "What are you doing in my shop?"

"I was up in the tree, lost my balance, and I fell in through the window." Please let her buy it if she calls the cops I'm done for.

"What were you doing in the tree?"

"A kite got stuck up in the tree and I got it down for a colt."

"Really?"

"Yes,"

"Who are you."

"Elijah Cantor, Dead Man Walking, travelling musician, and all around good guy." A bell rung and caught her attention.

"I'll deal with you later." She trotted off to greet her customer. "Hello Sapphire, I trust your trip was good."

"It was, and I must say it's nice to see you again Rarity."

"Well thank you, here they are." I looked around the corner and saw an off white colored Mare. Her song was by no means tuned, it was like nails on a chalkboard. If this is what a famous musician here is they seriously need a dose of reality. "I hope they are to your liking."

"They are perfect, absolutely sensational!" The cat scratched at my leg.

"Stop it ya stupid cat." The cat hissed and dug it's claws through my clothes. "Hey cut it out!"

"Opal, let him go!"

"I don't think that's gonna work." I bent down and ripped her off, and tossed her on the floor. I stepped around the corner to see a surprised Sapphire Shores.

"My, my who is this?"

"Elijah Cantor, Travelling Musician, Dead Man walking, all around good guy," I bowed to what this place called music royalty. "I've heard that you were quite the singer, and was wondering if you needed someone to back up your incredible voice." Goin' out on a limb here. 'Maybe I'll find that kite.'

"Do you have any idea how many ponies ask me that."

"Three-thousand two-hundred fifty-three."

"What?" She checked a little book. "How did you ever guess?"

"I didn't."

"You gonna say a little birdie told ya aren't ya?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"What kind of bird?"

"Mocking bird."

"We're getting off track here. I have a special thing that sets me apart from those others in ya book."

"And that would be?"

"I can figure you out like a four piece jig-saw puzzle,"

"That's some pretty big talk back can you walk the walk to back it up?" I sense a little bit o Aretha Franklin in dere to. 'Oh my I'm Cajun naow.'

"Mon Cherie, would you please take a seat. While your music career is booming, that feeling is still looming, for something that can't be found. On your own or with your friends, your time is soon at it's end, you long for a deep someone whom to sleep and love all the rest of your days, because to wake up each morn next to one you adore is the only thing in life that pays." Both of their jaws dropped. "Am I close?"

"That's incredible," The one I assumed was Rarity said slack-jawed.

"You're quite the poet, Cantor."

"May I and my associate join you on your journey, for fortune, fame, and family?"

"Well I don't see why not, the train leaves in an hour meet me at my private car." She headed out the door carrying the bags full of her outfits.

Which one's yours?" I followed her out and asked.

"You'll know." She turned her head and smiled before walking off.