//------------------------------// // Chapter 4: Surprise // Story: A New Symphony // by damandan28 //------------------------------// Suddenly, the light turned on to reveal a whole bunch of ponies. “SURPRISE!” they all yelled. “BWWAAAHHHH!” I screamed, falling on my flank. Then a pink pony with a cotton candy looking mane ran up towards me. “Hi! I’m Pinkie Pie and I threw this party just for you!” she yelled as I just laid there, stunned. “Do you like it? Well you’re surprised, right?” She giggled and said, “Thanks for letting me know about the new pony Twilight!” I looked over to Twilight. “You told her?” “Yes, sorry.” I let out a slow sigh and say, “It's alright, you didn’t know.” “Uh oh, did I do something wrong?” Pinkie sounded worried. I look at Twilight. “Good friend?” She nodded and I looked at Pinkie, “Do you know who Score is?” “Hmmmm, oh! DJ PON-3 is always saying how Score is a stubborn overrated pony who can only play boring cheesy music.” She smiled as my left eye twitched. That bitch doesn’t know real music if it bit her in her ass. “You know Vinyl?” I ask, my eye twitching again. “Yes. She sometimes DJs at my parties. How do you know her by name? Only close friends know her by name.” “We’ve met.” More like argued. “Ooo, you must be an important pony. What’s your name? Twilight didn’t tell me.” Pinkie asked. Do I tell her I'm Score? If I do, I know she’ll feel horrible after what she said. Twilight stepped in, “His name is Bright Side.” She then turned to me and mouthed “later” and I nodded. “Oh, like the song!” There was that mental groan again. “Yes, just like the song,” I said, not bothering to hide my annoyance, as Dash, Twilight, and Rarity looked at me funny. So close. “It's a good song! Well, have fun at your party. You should go mingle.” I agreed, so I went off and mingled. I met plenty of nice ponies at the party like Carrot Top, Derpy Hooves, and Berry Punch. I told them I was Bright Side and the same fake background story I told Twilight and Dash before. Luckily none seemed to know who I really was. Weird thing though, the female/male ratio was way off. The usual ratio is 5:3. Here is like 10:2 probably less. I've only seen around 5 stallions at this party of a total about 60 ponies. Well I guess this works in my favor, haha. I also saw that Applejack and Fluttershy were attending. I talked to both of them and learned that Applejack works and lives at her farm and Fluttershy takes care of animals and lives just outside of Ponyville. I also told them about my fake background story. Fluttershy seem to accept it, but Applejack looked like she had her doubts. “How about that offer?” I asked, trying to throw her off my trail. “Oh yea, Ah almost forgot," she replied. I turned to Fluttershy. "Fluttershy, would you like to join me and Applejack in listening to some concert music?” “That sounds nice,” Fluttershy said. So we left the main room and went in to a different one with a bunch of boxes. I levitated one and placed it in front of me and opened it. From the box, I levitated a record player and a record onto a small circular table. I placed the record on the phonograph and played it. The music ended as I picked up the needle and I turned to the girls, “Well what do yo--….where did Fluttershy go?” “I'm here.” Fluttershy poked her head from behind the door frame. “The music was sort of frightening.” Huh, haven’t heard that one before. “Sorry about that. I guess it's not for everyone.” “Well Ah thought it was great.” Applejack walked to the phonograph and pick up the record with picture of a circle of musical notes. Damn!  “Who is this Score fellur?” I tried to think of a reasonable response, but my mind was a total blank. “Uuuuummmm.” Pinkie Pie came out of nowhere. “Hey Guys.” Pinkie said, “What are you up too?” Thank Celestia, saved by a Pie. “Just playing some music,” I say nonchalantely. Pinkie looks at the boxes. “Oh an unpacking party! Can I join?” Before I could respond she was already going through boxes. She was somehow transporting from box to box and popping out of them without seeming to have gone in. I was too much in awe to even care about her going through “Score’s” stuff. “Ohhhhh what’s this?” She pulls out some music sheets. “…uuummmmm….” “Did you write this?” “…” “Can you play?” “…” “You should play this.” “What!?” “It would be a great way for people to see you.” “I'm not that good.” “Don’t be downy-wowny pants. I bet you’ll be great.” “Well I don--“ She grabbed my foreleg and pulled me to the other room, up to a makeshift stage in the middle of the main room. The hell did this come from? “Hey everypony!” Pinkie called to the whole room, “Bright Side is gonna play a song!” I walked up to Pinkie and whispered, “Um, Pinkie. I don’t even have my guitar.” In one quick pink flash she disappeared and reappeared with my guitar. “Wasn’t that in a box?” “Not anymore.” She giggled and left me on stage. I looked at the crowd and I felt something I haven’t felt in a long time: nervousness. As I was tuning my guitar I thought to myself, Come on Score, this isn’t your first time. Why the hell are you so nervous? ...maybe I actually care about what these ponies think? Dammit Pinkie. (Song) Run and tell all of the angels This could take all night Think I need a devil to help me get things right Hook me up a new revolution Cause this one is a lie We sat around laughing and watched the last one die I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cause I'm tired of lying Make my way back home when I learn to fly high I think I'm done nursing the patience It can wait one night I'd give it all away if you give me one last try We'll live happily ever trapped if you just save my life Run and tell the angels that everything's alright I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cause I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to fly high Make my way back home when I learn to. . . Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone Try to live this life my own Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone Try to live this life my own. . . I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cause I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to. . . I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cause I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to fly high Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to. . . (repeat x2)