“Dubstep Cello,” repeated Octavia. “Unorthodox, but superior to that barbaric Pony Pokey.”
“Wha!?” Lyra spluttered. “Genre-mixing?”
“It worked, O unimaginative non-visionary.”
“Ha! What next? Propagand-Operas with Starlight’s town?”
“I’ve done propag-anthems in Ponyville! ‘Classic Winter Rap-Ups.’”
“Never heard of it.”
“Lyra! I’ll inspire you yet. Imagine… CMC: Cello-Mark-Crusaders!”
They imagined it.
“No,” they agreed.
“Alternatively, Flim-Flam-Octavia’s-Easy-Peasy-Super-Squeezy-Classics-Wheeze…y?”
Lyra snorted. “You wanna keep your copyright? Ah! Cadence’s Magico-Mysteria Changeling-Aria! That’d be awesome.”
“Plus Equestria’s entire Apple clan performing country, barn-raising style.”
“DJ Discord!” Lyra gulped a glass of water.
“Cheese-and-Cello Sandwich.”
“Hearth’s-Warming-Spirit-Soul-Music: Past, Present, Future! Wait… nah, Snowfall Frost’s old-hat…”
“‘Olivia!’ songs, instead?”
“Plus Coloratura’S-apphire ShoreS-ongbird Serenade, plus Ponytone-Pinkamena’s Wonderbolt-rapping Blues…” Lyra grinned. “Right on! This mixing-genres gig’s the most awesome-tastic idea ever!”
“See?”
“Cooool! When we doing it!?”
“When you fund it.”
“Eee… Oh. S-Sorry. Try again.”
“Foiled! Alas. Our minds, but not our purses, have been filled with untapped riches…”