//------------------------------// // And They Say Music Doesn't Help You // Story: Time for Spike to be a Kid! // by The Soviet Turtle //------------------------------// As Spike made his way home, he tried to not break the door this time and succeeded. He unpacked his bag and waved goodbye to Lyra and Bonbon as he rushed to the clubhouse. But he made one fatal mistake, he had ran by the library and past a window where Twilight was reading. But Twilight was too deep in her books to look outside. Spike quickly realised his mistake and hid in a nearby bush. Although his blue hoodie would probably have given him away. He waited for a while until he realised he hadn’t been spotted. Perhaps another day he would be able to be sneaky. One day… Anyway, Spike had reached the clubhouse and entered to find only Sweetie Belle and Featherwieght. “Hey guys.” “Hi Spike.” They both said. “Where’s everypony else?” Spike asked. “Well, Dinky says that she’s going with her dad to the…TARDIS, was it?” Pipsqueak asked. “Yeah, Scoots and Rumble are being taught by Thunderlane and Applebloom’s helping on the farm.” Sweetie Belle says. “And Pipsqueaks got to go to a family gathering I think.” Featherwieght said. “Oh…any ideas?” Spike asked. “We could go back to my house and listen to some music.” Featherwieght said. “Yeah, that’s a great idea!” Sweetie Belle said. “Well what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” Spike said as the three friends took off for the town. The three soon arrived at Featherweight’s house. Featherweight unlocked the door with his key and let the other two in. “My parents are at work right now so we have some time until they get home.” Featherweight said as he led them upstairs to his room. Inside was some blocks, a desk with photos and a camera on it. But also a radio, some cd’s and electronics. “Nice room.” Spike said. “Thanks. Grab something to sit down on, I’ll get the music ready.” Featherwieght said as he went over to his radio. Soon the three surrounded a radio with a pile of CD’s. Featherweight searching through them trying to find some good music. He then found one a held it in the air like a prize. “Yes, found some!” He then placed the CD in as the music started to play. Lately I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep Dreaming about the things we could be But baby I’ve been loving prayin’ heart So no more counting dollars We’ll be counting stars Yeah we’ll be counting stars As the music started to kick in, the three started to bob their heads and tap their hooves/feet. Enjoying the beats and the lyrics. I see this life, like a swinging vine Swing my heart across the line In my faces flashing signs Seek it out and ye shall find Old, but I’m not that old Young, but I’m not that bold I don’t think the world is sold I’m just doing what we’re told I feel something so right, for doing the wrong thing I feel something so wrong, for doing the right thing I could lie, could lie, could lie Everything that kills me makes me feel alive As the chorus kicked in, Sweetie Belle started to sing. Feather weight and Spike looked at her amazed as she got everything right. From the tone, to the notes to the pitch, it was perfect. I feel this love, and I feel it burn Down this river, every turn Hope is our four letter word Make that money, watch it burn Old, but I’m not that old Young, but I’m not that bold I don’t think the world is sold I’m just doing what we’re told I feel something so right, for doing the wrong thing I feel something so wrong, for doing the right thing I could lie, could lie, could lie Everything that kills me makes me feel alive Featherwieght seemed to under a spell as he stared in aww at Sweetie Belle, and how beautiful she sang. Spike was also amazed, but then again, Featherwieght had a different view of Sweetie Belle then Spike did. (Not like that. Perverts.) Take that money, watch it burn Sink in the river, lessons I learned Take that money, watch it burn Sink in the river, lessons I learned Take that money, watch it burn Sink in the river, lessons I learned Take that money, watch it burn Sink in the river, lessons I learned Everything that kills me…makes me feel alive! Lately I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep Dreaming about the things we could be But baby I’ve been loving prayin’ heart So no more counting dollars We’ll be counting stars Yeah we’ll be counting stars Lately I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep Dreaming about the things we could be But baby I’ve been, I’ve been prayin’ heart So no more counting dollars We’ll be counting stars Yeah we’ll be counting stars Take that money, watch it burn Sink in the river, lessons I learned Take that money, watch it burn Sink in the river, lessons I learned Take that money, watch it burn Sink in the river, lessons I learned Take that money, watch it burn Sink in the river, lessons I learned Once the music ended, Sweetie Belle looked at the two whose jaws had dropped. She blushed and rubbed her mane. “What?” she asked. “That was amazing Sweetie Belle! I’ve never heard anything like it!” Featherweight exclaimed. “R-Really?” She asked. “Yeah. You could give these guys a run for their money.” Featherweight said. Sweetie Belle blushed and rubbed her two legs together, but soon a flash had appeared out of nowhere. The three soon trying to figure out what it was. “What was that?” Spike asked. “No idea. The only time that that’s ever happen was when…” Featherweight gasped and pointed at Sweetie Belle. “What!? Is something on me!?” Sweetie Belle panicked as she looked all over until she saw what it was. It was possibly the thing every pony desired at least once in their life, and was something that made Sweetie Belle almost destroy Featherweights roof just by jumping through it. She had earned her cutie mark. She jumped up and down around the room, screaming yay over and over again. She finally calmed down once Featherweight got a hold of her, after multiple trials from him and Spike. The three saw her cutie mark a musical clef note, surrounded by colourful music bars. “Yes! I finally got it!” Sweetie belle said. “Well done Sweetie. Your probably gonna go far with that voice.” Spike said. “You really think so?” Sweetie belle asked. “Obviously! They’d have to be stupid to not know what good talent is when it’s right in front of them.” Featherweight said. “Thanks Featherweight.” Sweetie said as the two held each other’s shoulders. Spike quickly took this chance and searched for a cd until he found one that looked like classical music. He quickly replaced the last song and the music began to play. At first, Sweetie and Featherweight seemed a bit surprised, but the two soon smiled at each other. Sweetie then grabbed a hold of Featherweights shoulder, wrapping her hooves around his neck while he did the same. The two soon getting on their hinds legs and moving. Spike watched as the two went back and forth, flowing with the motions. The two seemed to be in synch with each other, like there was some type of invisible bond between them. Spike smiled as his work dance through the whole song. Once it finished, the two just stared at each other for several minutes, until Spike decided to break it up. He coughed, causing the two to snap out of it. They realised what they were doing and let go of each other. Looking away from them and blushing hard. “Um…this doesn’t have to leave the room, does it Spike?” Featherweight asked. “My lips are sealed.” Spike said. The two soon getting back on the pillows as Featherweight looked through more of the music. “Sweetie Belle. Now that you have your cutie mark, will you still be a part of the crusaders?” Spike asked. “Oh wow. I hadn’t thought about that yet. I mean we'll still hang out as friends, but will I still get to go with them will they search for their cutiemarks?” “Well, you could still be a part of the crusaders. But just like a mentor or helper, some pony who comes and helps others find their marks.” Spike said. “…Yeah, I guess your right!” Sweetie Belle said, smiling and bouncing up and down. “Hey Spike, have you decided what you’re doing for the talent show?” Featherweight asked. “Oh no, I actually haven’t given any thought to it yet. I should, it’s a week from now.” Spike says. “Well, here’s some music that might give you some inspiration.” Featherweight said as he played the next music CD. When Spike listened, he felt something new. The lyrics and beat giving him something that. He didn’t know, but set a tone of fun. He seem to start to move to the beat, moving his body as the sounds and lyrics made him go crazy for it. He laughed as the song continued to make him feel like he was having such a good time. And as the song finishes, he starts to click his claws, making a clicking noise before it finished. Once it finished, he smiled to himself, he now knew what he would do. He knew what he would do for the talent show.