Dreamer

by midnightsong960

Prologue

Prologue

“… So you must make sure that you try and make some friends okay Jack?” I heard a voice say. I opened my eyes and turned to the source of the voice. A large white mare was sitting near me with a multicolored flowing mane and tail, with a bright sun cutie mark. She had on golden horseshoes and a golden tiara. I felt a breeze and then realized that we were on a golden chariot being pulled through the sky by two pegasi. We were headed to what looked like a large mountain off in the distance.

“Princess Celestia,” I heard one of the guards call out, “We’re nearing the castle.”

“Your name will now be known as Midnight Song,” the white mare continued after she acknowledged the armored Pegasus. “And you will live in Canterlot. You are allowed to do as you please, as long as you don’t cause trouble.” Celestia said almost with a chuckle. “But you must remember to wake up.” I drew my head back in surprise, the calm, soothing voice of Celestia had abruptly become loud and almost seem to have a tinge of worry.

“Midnight you need to wake up.” I heard the voice again.

I awoke from my lucid dream in a small bed being shaken by Mystic Melody yelling something to me about being late for something; I wasn’t awake enough to process what she was saying to me. I blinked my eyes open to see the ticked off yellow bat pony, with long green hair that had slightly covered one of her eyes, on her flank she bore a microphone, who was impatiently tapping her hoof waiting for me to get up.

“Come on,” she said as I started to get out of bed, “we need to be ready for our performance in thirty minutes and you haven’t even woken up yet and … and … you were having that dream again weren’t you?” Mystic’s angry face turned to one of worry and sadness and the mention of the dream.

“Is it that easy to notice?” I asked as I started to get up and wipe the sleepiness from my eyes.

“Not necessarily, I was just asking and you gave me the answer I needed.” She gave a weak smile for a second that almost immediately changed back to its former serious look. “Now enough of that we need to hurry Power Chord is waiting outside for us, and you know how he hates to wait on us.”

“Almost too well,” I said as I started for the bathroom to get ready. “I still remember the time he left us in Las Pegasus after our gig and we had to wait an hour until he finally decided to turn the wagon around and get us.” I laughed as I grabbed my brush with my hoof and brushed my two-toned blue hair and tail out of its disarray and into a more organized mess. I looked at myself in the mirror to see if anything else was out of place and then stepped back out of the bathroom.

“Did you even do anything?” Mystic asked, as she looked me up and down. The normally happy bat pony in front of me was clearly in distraught which, for the life of me, I couldn’t quite understand.

“You forgot didn’t you?” she asked reading my thoughts. “Ugh! This morning is the Summer Sun Celebration and tonight we have the most important gig that The Dark Return will ever play because the big producer is going to be there. You know, Audio Jack?” She said patronizing my memory. “So I just want us to look good.”

“Yes,” a green-coated unicorn with short dark blue hair and a simple guitar cutie mark said as he walked into my room. “Let’s have a well dressed rock band. Shall we also have a nice string quartet open up for us? Oh I know, maybe we’ll serve the audience tea and crumpets too.”

“Oh come off it Power Chord you know what I mean by looking good.” Mystic said to the unicorn. I lazily waved to him, still half asleep, I yawned and stretched out my wings to get rid of the stiffness.

“So are you two ready now or am I going to have to go without you, again?” Power Chord said as he waved back.

“Yeah, we’re ready.” Mystic said.

“Then let’s get our flanks in gear and set up.” Power Chord said as he began to walk back outside. Mystic Melody and I followed suite as we began our walk to the bar. Outside I could see the full moon and the stars shining bright. There was a gentle breeze blowing in my mane, it was all nice. Something didn’t feel right about it all though, almost as if something bad was about to happen tonight. I shook my head throwing the thought out of my head. What am I thinking? This was going to be a good night, we will play in front of lots of ponies, one being Audio Jack, and are contracted to make records then we will become famous. I caught up with Mystic and continued on walking next to her as Power Chord led the way, mumbling something about us running late.