Lyra Heartstrings just finished up a concert in Canterlot, and was just arriving back in Ponyville. Her instrument of choice was the lyre. Her instrument was fragile and required a delicate touch, but being a unicorn pony who frequently played at important events, she was able to play with great skill using her magic to levitate her lyre, and to smoothly pluck the right notes. She has a gorgeous mint coat, brilliant cyan mane, and tail with a white streak. Her golden eyes seem to glisten in the sun, and her cutie mark is that of a lyre. She remembers the day it appeared. -------
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Her older brother was having a school event, and her parents made her attend. Being only 6 at the time she got bored quickly. They let her wander off to explore all the games set up in the gym. But before she got the chance, she caught sight of a large door that was set slightly ajar. Being as most foals this age are quite curious, she wanders in. It was the backstage for the auditorium part of the gym. She noticed a lyre being left unattended, with a note guide and some sheet music. She got the hang of it quite quickly, and started to enjoy herself. She sat back there for an hour before her parents sent her brother to find her. As he walked up, he heard her practicing. It was beautiful, more beautiful than most of the colts and fillies in his band class. She was so caught up in her playing that she didn't notice him quiet the crowd, or raise the curtain just as she began. In fact, she probably never would have noticed if the crowd hadn't started cheering. She jumped at the sound, but soon joined in, realizing she gained her cutie mark.
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--------That was one of the best days of her life. So she was shocked to be interrupted while remembering that day. She was even more shocked when she realized it was a member of the royal guard, asking her to come to the castle in Canterlot immediately. "Seriously? I just got back from their!" Not really caring, they teleported her to the castle.
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Octavia Melody just finished packing up her prized cello. She won many awards with this cello and played at even more events. She played her cello standing up, unlike most. This cello was her sweet 16 gift, her most beloved out of them all. She decided Canterlot would live without her, and moved to Ponyville, since it's quieter than most places. Her cello was her life, her dream. She remembers the day she started playing.-----
"CANNOT!"
"CAN TO!!!"
She hated it when her older brother rubbed in the fact of how talented he was at the piano. He was the best in his class. And he always rubbed in the fact that he got his musical cutie mark. Like now. "Your just jealous I'm special" he teased. "I bet I have a musical cutie mark too!" She retorted. "Yeah right, prove it!" He challenged. She thought. Her mom says a mare ever stoops to such a level, but she needed to prove him wrong. "OK, I will. When, where, and how?" She asked. "Now" he said and started dragging her to the music room in there mansion. OK, she told herself. All you have to do is hope, try, and pray that one of them is her talent. She started with the harp. It sounded like a proffesional playing. Her brother seemed impressed. But nothing. She then continued on with the flute, tuba, trumpet, and some drums. All sounded good, but nothing. She walked up to some DJ turn tables. "What's that?" She asked her brother? "Turntables." And with her new knowledge of what it was, she started. It sounded good, but nothing at all. Oh, come on, she thought. Wait, there's one more. She walked up to it, admiring its gorgeous wood finish, the seemingly untouched bow. It was a cello. She walked up, ready to play. "Woah, thats too big and to advanced for an eight year old, you can't play that." He said. "I'm gonna play it!" She couldn't reach it by sitting, so she stood up. She played it with ease. She did it! She finally got her cutie mark. "Wow! I got my cutie mark! Isn't it cool!? What is it?" She asked. "Its a treble clef. It probably symbolizes your skill in all instruments." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She was interrupted by a member of the royal guard. They grabbed her hoof and, with not a word, they were teleported off.
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