Shake Hooves With Pinks
After the encounter with the hyper pink mare last night, Les has been on an inspired re-writing spree. Well for one or two songs at least. The first song he finished was going to be the one for tonight. And was the one that was inspired by Pinkie. He decided to put of finishing the second song to practice getting used to the change in the words. He turned to his band-mates, that were leafing through the papers. "How about some practice?"
Larry shrugged. "Sure" Jay nodded, even though had only had the drum set that was on stage.
Jay grabbed his drumsticks. "So which song are we going to rehearse?"
"The one for tonight, you'll know it." Les smiled and began to play. Since he was playing on an electric bass it was hard to hear. Same goes for Larry, except he had a guitar. Jay instantly picked up on what the song was and began to drum on the table. They had to stop a few time, due to the word changes screwing with them. It wasn't hard but it wasn't easy. But hey, that's what practice is about.
After half an hour of practice they decided to take a break and go into town. When Larry opened the door, they were met with a familiar sight. While they didn't mind cameras, these were old fashioned ones. With no option to turn the flash off. Larry shut the door to get a break from the onslaught of flashing cameras. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the other. Jay was laughing and Les was shaking his head. Larry opened the door, now ready for the flashing lights, and the trio walked out. Many ponies ask questions and raised a hoof, but it was hard to make out any one of the question.
After a minute or so, a pony walked up to them and for an unknown reason the paparazzi went quiet. The pony was a white coated, two-toned blue maned mare with a beamed eighth note tattoo on her butt.
"Yo, what up? The name's Vinyl Scratch. I just wanted to tell you good show last night. I've never heard like it."
Les smiled. "Neither have many people in our world. And thanks, I'm glad you liked it."
"Not a problem! Always glad to see more musicians in town. Well gotta run. See ya later!" And she trotted off.
After a brief walk around town, trying to avoid more cameras and Pinkie Pie, they went back to practicing. It came a lot easier after their break, and Les said that he thinks their ready. The only problem now, was that it wasn't time to premier the song yet. So they went back trying to re-write the second song they were working on.
After an hour of re-writing, they went over the song again to smooth over any errors they might make. They wouldn't sweat it if they did make any, but it was still nice to minimize that risk. Jay checked the time and saw it was fifteen til they were on. He nodded toward the clock and got up. The others did the same, and made for the door. The band looked over towards the stage and saw a small crowd, about the same size of last night's, forming. Les and Jay smiled, and the band made their way over to the stage.
After a sound check, Les adjusted his mic and spoke.
"Hello again, how are you all?" Cheers sounded out from the crowd. "That's good to hear! We had to think long and hard about this next song but I think you'll like it." He played a little ditty on his bass and looked at his band-mate. "So shall we?" The crowd cheered and his the two nodded. And so, they began to play.
There's no time for lies, tell her the truth.
I say, eye for an eye, eye for a hoof.
Seems nice.
When she was young, she'd scavenge around.
Every nook and cranny, of this little town.
Seems nice, so nice, to be.
Roll out the cannon boys, it's party time.
Puff Equestrian Smalls, shake hooves with Pinks!
She's so shy and she's so sweet.
Mom and Pop they raised her, on a cloudy heap.
She's shy.
A mare of nine, scooter derby day.
She'll grab her two best friends then, then it's time to play.
Seems nice, so nice, to be.
Roll out the cannon boys, it's party time.
Puff Equestrian Smalls, shake hooves with Pinks!
Roll out the cannon boys, it's party time.
Puff Equestrian Smalls, shake hooves with Pinks!
[guitar solo]
Roll out the cannon boys, it's party time.
Puff Equestrian Smalls, shake hooves with Pinks!
Roll out the cannon boys, it's party time.
Puff Equestrian Smalls, shake hooves with Pinks!
There were cheers once more, but the attention was more focused on the vibrating pink mare in the front row. Sadly for Les, he noticed a little late. Pinkie sprang up from her spot in the audience, and slammed into him. Sending his bass flying. Les just laid there, watching his instrument fall and thinking unhappy thoughts. When all of a sudden it was wrapped in a purple force field. Confused but happy the bass was no longer flying, he sighed in relief and looked at the pink mare again.
She watched the bass as it was flying and knew she was the reason it did that. She looked at Les with a sorry look on her face. "I'm sorry!" Cried Pinkie. "I didn't know that would happen!"
Les patted her on the head. "Don't worry about." He looked at the bass, that was now in it's stand. "But who saved it? And how?"
Pinkie went back to normal. "Oh that was Twilight! She used her magic." She stated like it was an everyday occurrence.
"Magic?" Asked Larry.
"Yep" Said the purple mare in question, emerging from the crowd.
"Okay?..." Larry put his guitar in its stand, and Pinkie got off of Les.
It had been another good show. For the most part.