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// 2024-01-01 Starvation 
// Story: Lyra and the White Mares 
// by publiq 
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Octavia,

Glad you’re not here for your sake.  Not much time to write: tired after that party.  Do have musical collaboration ideas aplenty.  What do you think about using your D string to pound out some fat beats in E?  Would those sound better on the C string?

Had a terrible gig.  The music itself was fine; it was everything else on this so-called “Paradise Island.”

We got free airfare to celebrate the new year in Paradise for being a pair of unicorns under 10 hh.  Our being musicians earned us an accommodations rider, including unlimited oats.  When we arrived, it was a shock to learn that the Bahamas district was undergoing one of its annual oat shortages.  Lyra has been begging nonstop to return to the land of blue grass and bountiful oats ever since, free stay be damned.  Our tour must have been scheduled before Atlantis became a lost city.

The children were the worst part!  Always pulling or tugging at my mane.  What a relief to be called for mane & makeup and sit quietly backstage in our freshly trimmed coats to enjoy the festivities.  No heatstroke for us, nor did we enjoy oats.  At least I recommend humans as competent for mane & makeup detail work.

The star DJ was some human named Timbaland.  I should pitch a human-horse musical collaboration once back at my studio.  Apparently, their announcer was also a big deal, but I don’t remember his name or why humans like him so much. As it turns out, we were the last-minute substitution as the secret surprise guest: real live unicorns on stage.  Lyra playing a human harp was a sight to see—Tartarus to mic.  Celestia bless the sound mare (or man, in this case, Lyra insists I add).  Human DJ equipment is quite intuitive for a mare of experience, though ill-suited for hooves.  We didn’t even get oats to thank us.  They attempted to make up for this with carrots and beets, but that much sugar is terrible for unicorn digestion.  I don’t know how you earth ponies handle it.  It’s not like you can fly it off.  We trotted toward the lighthouse and found a quiet refuge in which to much the vegetation.  Some humans even set out delicious bouquets of flowers in planted pots.

I know you prefer the D and A strings, but I still feel you should have an adventure in E.  Your experiments on the G string were a majorGet it? success, remember?

Can’t wait to jam some covers of human music,
DJ-PON3