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// Episode: 1 
// Story: A Pink Concert, Never to Miss 
// by Ponyess 
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Of course, the stage had been packed; who dare to miss out, on a Pinkie Promise?  She had made a very grand promise, but when Pinkie Pie is actually making the effort of promising anything; you believer her.

How she had managed to even build the set, in the dead of night; none had even seen her gathering the materials.  Just that even Octavia would swear by the acoustics were to die for; when she hears the crisp, crystal clear sounds from the stage.

Of course, there is Pinkie Pie on the stage.  Pinkamena Diane Pie, with a microphone in hand.  For a moment, she is quiet, and everyone is literally holding their breath in anticipation.  Who would even dare considering to interrupt her now?

“Who needs fireworks; when Pinkie Pie is on the stage, ready to unleash the untamable forces of her immutable Enthusiasm?” she exclaims.

Dead silence.  Heads momentarily turning, this way and that; before they return their undivided attention towards the stage.

Pinkie Pie is making an unseen sign, from behind a pair of girls are pushing a pair of Party Canons before them.  As they reach the edge of the stage, they fire simultaneously into the night sky above the crowd.  In place of streamers and confetti, a roaring blast shoots forth, filling the sky with exploding stars to the right and left.

Just as the noise of the fireworks is ebbing down, the sounds of two sousaphones are coming into play.  Two girls yet to be seen are playing masterfully, crafting the base for the siren song to grip hold of the heart of the audience; at will.

Of course, there are no Sirens on the stage or anywhere close by.  There is but one Pinkie Pie, and her band of clones.

A light is flickering to life and the humongous pipe organ is seen; behind which a pink girl with insanely puffed up hair is sitting.  The girl gives a short set of tones and lights the crowd with enthusiasm they had not dared to imagine.  Just the unbridled power of the music.

Another light is flickering to life and the set of drums is seen in the middle of the stage.  A pink girl is giving a solo with murderously insane enthusiasm and a rumbling speed unparalleled.

A pair of lights hit the stage, two girls to the right and left for the drums, holding an electric guitar.  In a moment, they play a solo, too fast even for Rainbow Dash, too energetic and too much power and enthusiasm for the stage.

Up front and in the middle of the stage, Pinkie Pie makes a gesture, then strikes a single high note; before she is screeching out a harmonious scale.  At the top of her lungs, yet crystal clear like none had dared to attempt.

For a moment, the lights are flickering and then the stag is cast in an abrupt, stark shadow, darkness,

The eerie, whining song; from the sousaphones soon is heard, like a fresh breeze in the morning of an early spring.  The sound, playful, tentative and slowly growing in intensity is building up.  The mood, soon thick enough to cut with a knife.

A moment, or maybe a minute is passing by; the voice of Pinkie is starting to build up with a new scale slowly vocalized.  As she is warming up her vocal cords, just for the joy of building upon the atmosphere.  Is this Nightmare night, or is it a Rock concert.

The rumble of two guitars, added to the harmonies; building up just a little bit more, before the two girls are raising their voices in song.

With the guitars in place, the drums are waking up, slow but enthusiastically energetic.  Picking up in speed and volume.  The crowd silenced and quiet, not quite daring to breathe.

Too bad, Vinyl Scratch is not here; yet there is a pink girl hidden behind the scene, pulling the levers and directing the sound to the desired effect.

If you were hoping for a three minutes long pup-song, you are sadly mistaken, this is a full-length heavy-metal concert of the variety

The air frobbing and vibrating, under perfect control of the pink girl in the center of the attention of the audience.  Just as the sirens had controlled the audience and consumed their attention completely; there is no chance a single one will stray from staring at the scene on the stage, and the girls on it, while listening to the songs.  All the songs, each and every one of them; from the first moment, and until the last tone of the concert had finally died down.  Just as she had the acoustics preserving every final note and vibration to dance to her will.

Nimble feet, hopping about as the girls and boys danced away the night in perfect bliss.  A perfect smile on the face, as they grinned and beamed at the pink girl known as Pinkie Pie and the band she managed to summon for their amusement.  None sparing an instant or a thought, as to how she managed to summon the girls or assemble the scene on the stage.

Pinkie Pie herself on the stage, absorbing the joy of the moment refusing to let go of the crowd, reveling in her accomplishment.  She would let go, only when she was completely and utterly spent and the concert was at an end and over.

There would be breaks, for refreshments carefully prepared for.  The drink and food supplied and advance, prepared and picked with care, for this event and this event alone.

While she could not make herself watching the girls and boys in the audience suffer the neglect; she herself also would need these refreshments in order to perform at peak for the entire night.  There is no way to drink or eat in advance, and she had known this all along.  It just is not how it works.  Besides, the serving of refreshment in and of itself is part of the joy, to enjoy the moment of her event.

This would be the talk of the town, the pride of the school.  Students were to be flocking to this school, in the hopes of joining.  Everyone would have to desire to be a Wondercolt.  Just that the joy would promote more than the mere moment of joy for the students.

In the end, the concert finally did come to and end and Pinkie Pie sung her last note.  The pink girls on stage filed out and pulled out all the instruments from the stage.  The last of the confetti and streamers cleaned away.  All balloons herded and collected with care and love only Pinkie Pie herself could muster.  Everything behind the stage, never seen and never known.

While the concert was over, there would be another and another.  Rest assured, there would be more.