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// Prologue 
// Story: Folk's Decedents 
// by maness1993 
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Earth to Melody. Are you there?", a familiar voice said to the beautiful 16 year old mare, staring out the window. 
"Huh? Oh, sorry Tiff. You were saying?"
Tiffany huffed.
"I was saying...do you want to hang out later? Me and a couple of other mares are going to see Sleepless in Fillydelphia."

Melody's face lit up. She's been dying to see this movie for months. 
"I loved too! Just let me ask my dad when I get home."

Before they could say anything, the school bell went off. Signaling the end of the day.

"About time! I thought the day would never end. Anyway, I'll be over by seven. If he says no, maybe I can convince him."
Melody rolled her eyes.
"Yeah...good luck that."
After they both erupted with laughter, they exited the school and made their to their homes.
"See you tonight Tiff!"
"You too Mel!"

Melody lives about two miles from Canterlot High. Her and her family moved here from Ponyville a couple of years ago. Despite the glamour of Canterlot, she'll never forget about that little town.

She finally arrived to her little cottage and checked the mail. Nothing but junk. 
"Anypony home?!!!!", she shouted as she entered her house. No noise. 
"Weird.....HEEEELLLLOOOO!!!!!", she shouted harder. Before she could shout again, she heard a loud thump followed by a few curse words coming from the attic. She walked to the hallway and saw the ladder to the attic down. 

"Please tell me your up there dad. Because I would hate to discover that I have a deformed twin sister chained up there!", Melody said jokingly.
"Nope. She's chained in the basement", her dad said.
Melody climbed up the ladder and saw her father lifting five boxes at once. He's stronger than he looks. He's about 6'4, can lift over 500 pounds, and.....he's a dragon. Spike is his name.

"Hello beautiful. How was your day?", Spike said when he dropped the boxes near his feet. 
"Eh....same old shit. Different day."
"Language, young lady."
"Sorry", she said as she hugged him. "So, what are you doing up here anyway?"
"Your Aunt Twilight is having a charity event in Ponyville. So, I'm going through a bunch of stuff and deciding what to donate."

"That's nice of aunt Twi. Uh....dad?"
"Yeah honey?"
"Uh...do you mind....if I go to the movies with my friends at seven?"
Spike raised his brow. He trusts his daughter. It's the boys he doesn't trust.
"Hmmm.....tell you what. If you can help me with these boxes and sort out what needs to be donated, I'll let you go."
Melody's face lit up. She ran to her father, gave him a hug and kiss.
"Deal", she said.

"Great. Start in the back. Just look thru all the boxes and pick what should be donated."
She rushed over to the back and quickly opened as many as she could. The first box contained many of her filly clothes. She grabbed a marker and wrote 'Donate' on the side. The other box had a bunch of toys she used to play with. She reached in and pulled out a stuffed donkey (or at least she thought it was a donkey) that her aunt Twilight gave her on her second birthday. She couldn't give it to charity. She loved it too much. She placed the doll beside her and wrote 'Donate' on the box.

The third box had a guitar, a trophy, couple of photos, and a few records in it. She picked up one of the photos and saw a familiar face. It was her father. He looked little younger than he did today. In the photo he's posed with three foxes and was standing in front of a poster that said: "Folk's Decedents with special guest star Jane's in Chains. One Night Only!!!"

"Hey pop!!", Melody shouted.
"Yeah Mel?"
"How about this box? Want me to donate it?"
As soon as he caught a glimpse of the box, he ran over to see what was inside. He picked up some of the photos. He stared at them for a few minutes. A tear ran down his face.
"What's wrong dad?"
Spike quickly wiped away the tear. 
"Nothing honey."
She picked up the photo he had in his hand.
"Who are these guys dad?"
Spike smiled.
"You're never going to believe this honey. You see.....I was in a band.

Melody bursted with laughter. The thought of her goofy dad in a band is just hilarious.
"I'm serious. Your old man was in a band. We were pretty popular."
As Melody's laughter died down, she  slowly realized that her father was telling the truth. Melody knew music ran in her moms side of the family, but she never knew her dad had any musical talent.

"Wow.....WAIT! Why didn't you ever tell me you were in a band!?
Spike smirked then replied:
"You never asked."
Melody punched him in arm. 
"Heh, it was such a long time ago. But it seemed like yesterday. 

There a brief silence before Melody decided to break the silence. 
"So...you played guitar?"
Spike's face lit up. 
"Yep. This is a 1962 Fender Stratocaster. I had to scrap and save every bit I had for a year. But it was worth it. Heh, I think I still play it."
He strummed a few times before he started humming a song that Melody never heard.
"Dad? How did you end up in a band? Did you guys breakup or burnout? How come you never talk about it?"

Spike leaned back against one the boxes. 
"It's a loooong story honey."
Melody leaned on Spikes shoulder.
"I've got time."
Spike leaned in and kissed her on the head.

"Alrighty then. I guess it all started when I was 16........."