Chapter 5
Stage setup
“For the last time, I don’t need any new clothes.” Thrash said to Whiplash, “The outfit I usually wear is fine.”
Whiplash shrugged as she put on a black barret hat to match her outfit. The band had to wear special outfits to disguise themselves to not have any attention drawn towards themselves when they went out into the public.
“You’re such a colt.” she said. “We're getting outfits made by The Element of Generosity for ponies sake. Why would you want continue wearing that same outfit to every concert, and not get the opportunity to have an outfit made by a famous mare?”
“Let me spell it out for you. BLACK IS AWSOME. That and they were hoof stitched by my sister. She’s far more famous then anypony to me."
“Well, who am I to disagree with that. I’m just saying though.”
“Riiiiiiight. Anyway I’m wearing my “play clothes” today.”
“Skipping out on stage setup?”
“Nah. I’m leaving after.”
“Oh before I forget!”
Whiplash's horn began to glow, and she zapped Thrash's hooves. They it up for a few seconds but then faded to normal.
“Only Pegasus ponies can walk on clouds. But this charm will give you the ability to move around Cloudsdale.“
“Sweet! What about the others...”
“Already done.”
“Ok so, who’s going with you to Ponyville?”
“Just Slide.”
“So I’m stuck here with Rush?”
“Well you’ll also have Shredder and Snap.”
“...So WE'RE stuck here with Rush?”
“Well you can always join me...”
“I’ll be at the stage.”
Thrash left Whiplashes room. He’d rather be stuck with Rush then go clothes shopping. Whiplash just smiled and shook her head.
It took three hours to program sound equipment, setup lighting, and prepare the instruments. Everything was moving faster then usual. It was a good thing they got some help from the stage crew. Pegasus ponies were able to work in high places thanks to their wings and move at incredible speed. The work was done in no time.
“Testing one, two, three.” Thrash said as he tested the microphone. Snap stood near his drums tapping a cymbal he just screwed on to make sure it was set up right. Shredder sat on an amp off stage. He strummed his guitar since he wasn't really doing anything. Rush was inspecting everything on stage the stage manager following from behind.
“Ok lights are set, Amplifiers are on and working...There’s got to be something else to prepare...”
“There’s nothing else that needs to be prepared Rush!” Shredder shouted. “Stop acting so paranoid!”
“Nonsense. If this concert is going to be good it needs to rise above a hundred percent.”
“Yea?” Said Snap. “Well I’m "a hundred percent" going back to my room to write some new lyrics.”
He strolled off the stage towards the exit door.
“Leave if you want. I’m staying here to double the perfection.”
He trotted off stage with the stage manager to check the sound...again.
“Well I guess that ends our work for the day.” Thrash said putting on a red vest over his blue outfit. “I’m heading down to Ponyville to check out the scene. You in?”
“Are you kidding?” Shredder said as he got up from the amp. “We were up all night at that party. I’m going to bed.”
“Aw, common! How can you sleep when there’s so much to explore down there?”
“No, you go ahead.” Shredder yawned as he walked towards the exit.
“Shredder...”
The sound of the door echoed in the arena. Thrash stood there alone. He trotted out the front as he put on his sunshades.
He walked to a taxi sign and shook his hoof in the air. He didn't see a street, but he was pretty sure the sign would get him a taxi in some way.
“What A bunch of Buzz kill’s.” he thought to himself. “I really wish they came with me. They don’t know what they are missing.”
A taxi carriage pulled up next to Thrash and he sat in the seat. The yellow Pegasus pulling the carriage looked back at him.
“Where to?” he asked.
“Ponyville.”
The driver blinked.
“Yea? Where specifically in Ponyville?”
“The Museum.” Thrash said. It was the only place he knew off hoof.
“Ponyville museum it is.”
He flew downwards.
10 minutes later, they arrived at a small village. Thrash looked out the side window. He saw the town residents trotting around the market area. Some were shopping, some were working, and others were just enjoying themselves. It kind of reminded him of Fillydelphia; a society of mixed ponies going through their daily lives. He just couldn’t wait.
The cart then shook a bit nudging him towards the center of his seat. The driver turned his head and shouted.
“Watch where you’re going!”
He turned back to his flight path.
“The thick headed ponies in this town. Why can’t they just pay attention to where they’re walking?”
Thrash said nothing and just looked back out the window.
The taxi arrived at a big white marble building. Thrash exited the cab and stared at it.
“Wow this is bigger then I thought it would be.” he said.
“Yeaaa, that will be 75 bits.” said the driver.
He paid the driver wit a single large silver 100 bit-coin. The drivers eyes widened as he looked at it.
“Keep the change.” Thrash said as he walked towards the museum.
The driver stuffed it in his coat pocket and took off.
“Nice stallion...yet very familiar.” he said to himself.
Thrash ascended up a small flight of stairs and made his way towards the ticket booth. A light grey mare around her 50’s was sitting in the booth reading a magazine. She looked up and noticed that she had a customer.
“How interesting.” she said with no care what-so-ever. “Somepony who isn’t dressed up fancy or on a field trip.”
“How much is it to get in?” Thrash said with a smile.
“6 bits.”
“Not bad for an admission price. You must be really popular around here.”
“Oh, you have no idea.” she said sarcastically.
Thrash was too excited to notice. He paid the mare, got his ticket, and walked towards the entrance.
“What a weirdo.” The mare thought to herself.
He stepped into the building and didn’t even know where to start. The lobby divided the museum into different sections from science to history. So after some thought, he walked over to the art gallery.
