Gonna be a big wall of text for this blogpost. I just wanna see what you all think of this little snippet of a chapter for a story that I'm tossing around in my head and into a word document.
Don't kill it too badly please.
It was a pretty normal day when we trotted out of the door, something quite strange for Ponyville to be having but not unwelcome all the same. We passed a few of our friends here and there, waving at them of course, but not stopping to talk as we made our way to the park like we always did on Sundays. We’d done this enough times that they didn’t get offended or anything because they knew that we were on one of our little ‘dates’, though most of the other mares in Ponyville would have hardly called it that.
We always sit together on a park bench. That’s right, just a bench. No fancy dinners, no snacks, no visits to the local theater. Nope, we just sit right there on our little bench, and spend time with each other. That’s the way we both like it, too, nothing flashy or bold, just together is all.
And to be fair, that park is better entertainment than any movie could be. No, I’m not even trying to be sappy or romantic here; I’m simply stating the truth. The craziest kinds of things happen in that park. Just a few days ago there was a pink party explosion as Pinkie Pie decided to test out her new “portable party” bomb. Of course, the poor pony that had their hearts nearly scared out of their chests was Rarity, because it was her birthday. I should really write down on a sticky note that we shouldn’t be anywhere within a fifteen mile radius of Ponyville when either of our birthdays roll around lest we find ourself in the blast zone of a confetti-loaded, instant-action party explosion.
Anyway, the day was normal up until the point that we got settled in on our bench. The bench. The bench where we first met and where we fell in love and pretty much had every other important moment of our relationship with it in our immediate proximity. As soon as we settled in and got close to each other, the sounds of two ponies shouting graced our eardrums with their dulcet tones.
Now, this wasn’t the normal kind of shouting, where you just kind of ignore it and turn away; this was the kind of shouting that you can’t help but perk up and listen to. Hey, I’m not an eavesdropper by any means, but when I hear ponies shouting about music I can’t help but listen in. It is my profession after all.
“I do not mind that you enjoy what you love to call your ‘Wubstep’, Vinyl, but the fact that you insist that it is the best music in all of Equestria is an insult to my own existence as a musician. That pile of electronically generated noise can hardly compare to the elegance and poise of classical music!” Both Bon Bon and I swiveled around slightly to watch as two ponies trotted into view, an earth pony with a cute pink bow at her neck while the other was a unicorn sporting a pair of dark purple glasses. In an instant, I knew who they were. Octavia Harmony and Vinyl Scratch, the two musicians of Ponyville that were the most outspoken, and most annoying, with anything that happened to involve their craft.