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// Falling For Flare 
// Story: Punk Love 
// by MyLittleGeneration 
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	I let the day pass by, and woke up the very next day, early in the morning. As the sun was rising, I walked downstairs and made myself toast. I ate the toast, watched television, and felt cozy on the couch.

An hour passed by, and I decided to go out.  There was nothing to do around this place, anyway. Adagio was beside me wearing her purple robe with a golden treble clef on the back. She looked tired as crap, with bags under her eyes, and had a mug of coffee in her right hand. "Hey, I'm heading out." I said.

Adagio yawned and shrugged. "Eh, fine, head out you little-" She yawned once more. "rugrat." She sat on a kitchen chair, and rested her head on the table. I dunno why she's all tired as hell, but I didn't care, and I headed out. I walked towards the building where Next Generation played, figuring the guys would be there. Maybe they'd have something fun.

I walked in front of the brick building, and noticed Wolf walking down the street. He noticed me and waved. I waved back. "Hey, Aria, wazzup?" he asked. "Wanna see us practice and whatnot?"

I nodded. "Exactly what I wanted."

He opened the door, and let me inside. Before we made it backstage, however, he asked me a question. "So, uh, you know the last time w-we met, right?" I nodded. "And you know a-about y-your sis, right? Joining our little talk?" Once again, I nodded. I knew where this was going. "So, uh, has she, uh, talked about me?" He was sweating a bit, like he was being totally dramatic about it. He really did like her. And he was nervous as hell, too.


"Uh," I scratched the back of my head. Well, she really didn't. She did kinda have a smile for him, but… "She said you were cute after you left."


Wolf smiled wide, eyes opened wide, and he slicked back his hair. "Yes!" he said, jumping high in the air with glee. He then noticed me looking at him. He stopped. "Oh, uh, I mean, sweet." he said, trying to act cool and like nothing happened.


I giggled. "You know, I can keep your promise for you." He smiled.


"Really?" he said.


"Mhm." I smiled at how cute it was to see Wolf liking Sonata, and found it super cute to think of them together. And, I don't find things cute easily. It’s just that… they both seem so similar, and Wolf is all awkward about approaching her, it felt like a little funny love story.


"Thank you so much!" he said happily. Just then, Flare appeared from behind.


"Hey!" he said, happy to see me there. A smile appearing on his face. "Our fan coming over once again?"


I nodded. "Got nothing to do. Figured you guys were practicing."


"Well, we are, but in a little bit. Wolf's here, so the gang is all here, but we're just gonna sit back for a while. Just chilling and resting. But in the meantime, you can chat with us."


We went backstage, seeing the rest of the gang. "Sid, my main man!" Wolf shouted as he came to give Sid a rib-breaking hug. "Tres, my little jabroni!" He came over to give Tres one, too.


"Alrighty, calm down, Wolf," Anthem said with a smile. "Just sit back, relax, then we'll be shredding. Concert is gonna be happening next week, so just do whatever for the time being." The whole gang split apart and did their thing. Meanwhile, Anthem stayed with me.


"So, what else is going on instead of band stuff?" I asked, sitting on a steel chair.

He only shrugged. "Not really. The whole schedule is practicing, and all that stuff. Oh yeah, I'm also thinking of a new song, but I don't have it all down yet."


"What don't you have down?" I asked, tilting my head.


"Lyrics." he said, taking out a small notebook from one pocket, and taking out a pencil from the other. "Everything is too sweet, Aria, but not the lyrics. Wasted half an hour yesterday making lyrics, and it all sucked."


"Well... what does the song sound like?"


He pulled out his guitar, and played his part in the song. It started off with him quickly strumming a single note multiple times, and it sounded like a high-pitched siren wailing. And quickly, he played a fast guitar solo at the start. Moving his fingers really fast from top to bottom. He continued this play, which sounded like a crazy riot going on. He did it once, then again, then again, ending it with an epic guitar solo. He was sweating from playing it. After a couple of minutes, he set his guitar down. It was amazing.


"Like that." he said, grinning and sweating. "So, the song is called... uh... well, shit."


"What?"


"Call me a little stupid, I don't remember the title. Matter of fact, I don't even REMEMBER if I made a title."


I put my hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you're a good song writer. Not a single hint of bad notes." I soon realized the odd situation with my hand on his shoulder, and took it off.


With a little blush, he said, "Well, uh, thank you. Still though, I don't know the title."


"What's the song supposed to be about?" I asked. "Maybe we can get the title from that. Maybe you might remember it."


He scratched his hair, and soon snapped his fingers and remembered. "It's about doing whatever the hell you want after high school ends. Like a riot and having those crazy fucking parties."


I nodded, very interested in the song. "Oh really?"


"It's just something I wanted to have in our career. Our legacy. I think this one might be a hit!" He smiled.


"Canterlot Riot?" I suggested.

He shrugged. "Well, seems like we're doing that, I guess." He stood up with guitar in hand. "'Canterlot Riot' it is!"


I looked at him and smiled. "You're welcome for the title." I stood up. "Mind if I watch you guys practice? I promise I won't bother or touch anything."


He chuckled. "Actually... I have been thinking... of something." I tilted my head, confused. He noticed. "Well, I'm... I'm just curious about your, uh, singing. Can you sing?"

My eyes darted wide open. "Uh---" I said, not knowing what to say. I'm an awful singer, and for a good reason. My beautiful amulet is gone, destroyed, and that was the one thing that made my voice so charming... but it's gone now.


"You okay?" he asked, tapping my shoulder, pulling me out of my trance. "You looked like you were out of it. But, can you sing? I just wanna know how you sound."


I took the easy way out, and answered simply: "No. I can't, I-I am NOT a good singer. Believe me, it'll kill ya."


"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me," he said with a smirk. "Come on, it won't hurt my hearing at all. Matter of fact, it might be a sweet voice, and you're just shy." I shook my head, but he gave me a sad puppy look. "Please? Just once."


I sighed in defeat. "Alright. Don't tell me I didn't warn you." I looked around, making sure the band wasn't approaching or anything. I just wanted Anthem to know about my bad singing. Cause dear God, it should just be that way.


I did a quick little session of singing, trying my hardest to do the best. And did I do all-star? Great? Good? Terrible? Yup, definitely terrible. Off-pitch, off-key, high and ear-piercing. Imagine a five-year old girl singing some Disney song really loud for the first time. Got it? That’s me. I sung for about thirty seconds, and ended it there. 

Anthem just stared. "Honestly," he said. "I... kinda like it."

My eyes widened. “WHAT?!”


"Uh..." I said, shocked to death from his response. Kinda like? I seriously thoughthe was lying. No way could he... "Nonononono. My voice is not good." I sat and crossed my arms with a little blush on my face. "You don't have to be nice."


"Whatever do you mean? Think I'd lie to a friend?" he said. He shook his head. "Not at all. You know, not many people have confidence in their voice when they sing. Especially for the ones with a deep voice. Hell, I didn't think I had it in me, mine being decently deep. But guess what?" He spun slowly in a circle, looking around in the building. "We're in this building playing music." Then, he pointed at me. "And we have lovely fans... just like you."


"Well… you guys have a gift.” I said, sighing. "I love you guys and all, and your singing is amazing! It's just... my voice isn't going to make it at all. Nobody else likes it. You didn't feel good about singing, but you sang, and people loved it. When I sang, people criticized me. Especially at school."


He tilted his head. "Really?" I nodded. "Well, don't let everyone put you down like that, cause to me, your voice rocks."


Then I had a thought: Why did he ask me to sing? "Alright, Anthem, I know you don't wanna just hear me for fun."


He nodded. "Well, uh, let me just ask... I kinda want you to be a part of our band."


"Come on, it's alright. Sure you'll be the only girl in the band, but does it matter?" He approached me. "I'll help you get better if it makes you FEEL any better. I swear." He put his hand on my shoulder.


"Fine." I said. "I'll join you guys. You got me, Anthem." I got up, and walked towards the back, when Anthem stopped me.


"Hey, just... don't look so down on yourself, alright?" he said in a serious tone. He seemed a little worried, like he actually cared. "Don't want you to break down and stuff. Being depressed sucks."


I slowly nodded. "A-Alright, Anthem." I turned, and continued back. He really seemed to... care for me. Awfully very much. And to be honest, it really felt nice and warm. But, what will Adagio think? How will the band do with me? I didn’t know.