Technically, not terrible
Chapter 3: Virtuoso
Virtuoso’s ears pinned back at the discordinant shriek of the electric guitar. Ponies were generally at least somewhat musical in nature, although judging by the fur-standing notes of agony from the instrument, there were clear exceptions.
He raced back to the metal section of his music store, before the orange pegasus could commit another crime against harmony.
To his good fortune, she’d moved on to a quieter instrument: the drum set.
One drumstick held in her mouth, she began headbanging. Her hoof drove the bass drum, and her head chose between the cymbals or snare seemingly at random.
Despite the unskilled enthusiasm, he couldn’t help but tap his hoof. She was unskilled and using the drum set wrong, but she technically wasn’t terrible.