Had I not been new here, I would have known Pinkie Pie is at the center of it all. Yet, there is a low key tune playing from the stage. Live acoustic music to be exact. I can’t say that I mind it right now.
Once I had recognised the Cello she was playing on, I realised it is Octavia on the stage. She certainly had managed to put the room into a good mood. Just low key, slow music, but it is a good way to open up the room, getting all of us into the same frame of mind.
To the right, the cider bottles are lined up, these had been lined up by Applejack and Big Mac. Possibly the younger sister Apple Bloom could have been helping out on a small note, she is part of the family. The Apples had been mentioned on this part.
Obviously, there is a large bowl of Punch on the table, and a pink girl with a large pink tightly curled up do is standing by that table. I could both see and hear her speaking to anyone close by, approaching anyone in sight. There was no escaping her.
It is by no means a line of people waiting for her to greet and talk to them. It is she who pick you out and start the conversation. I guess this could be good, if you are one of the shy or socially awkward people.
From what I could see, she wanted every last one involved, none was ignored or pushed to the side. She is extremely extrovert and enjoys to explore what ever comes before her, not just her eyes.
From the reaction I saw among the people talking to her, she would be a very famous person with countless friends. Just how many friends she had, and how wide spread her group of friends could possibly be, I had no idea, not an inkling. I had no prior experience of a personality, or person quite like her. She isn’t the typical celebrity either.
A smile is a facial expression, and she certainly is smiling, but it is more of an aura around her. You feel like smiling when she is close by. If only I could have explained it, but why bother. I just like to be close by her.
All want be be close to her, to be around her. They want to come to her party, her parties. I guess I can make due. One doesn’t have to fight over her, she is more than enough to go around. Maybe that is good, you don’t like to stay too close, for too long. You need a moment of your private space, after all.
“Friendship is Magic!” her friends claimed, maybe that is right? I just don’t know if I believe in magic. Not even after this. But, I guess there is a slight chance I am wrong.
What I had not expected, or noticed at first, is the enthusiasm with which she had decorated the room. Balloons, both yellow and blue was clearly flooding the ceiling I could not see as much as a square inch of what was supposedly the ceiling here. Likewise, streamers hang liberally from both the ceiling and the walls, while confetti is covering most everything around.
Thinking of it, the balloons are casting highlights and silver linings on everything, and everyone in the room. She sure had created a festive atmosphere in this room for the party, I can’t complain or deny it.
One strange effect is what the balloons does to the sounds. Some sounds got muffled, while others are enhanced or sharpened. Balloons are elastic, hard and void. Only the once she is using is apparently not the common commercial variety. There is something to them I just failed to put a finger to.
The others were still spilling in through the door, entering the party. Octavia is still playing. I can hear her from the stage. Every now and then, she stopped for a moment. I imagine she is sipping on some beverage of her choice, but I was not looking; just listening to the music.
When the last one had filled in, she walked down from the stage, but it wasn’t quiet. People talking, walking around; mingling. Happy voices, laughter. That is what was heard.
Of course, the inevitable came. I could see Vinyl Scratch, also known as Pone - 3. She walked up to the stage, where her equipment had been hidden behind where Octavia had been standing. Now she brings it to bear, spreading the first notes, but certainly not in the tentative manner of Octavias music. She is self-assured. The music is soon picking up volume.
The beat is filling the room up pretty fast, youth are soon gathering around the scene. The first tentatives steps and dancing is soon to commence.
A brutally heavy base claiming the room, there is no denying or resisting it. A new disc is slipped onto the right side, If I had not known this is about medium to her, I would have sworn the volume is on high.
If I look, I could have seen how she moderate the music by hand, adjusting the speed in minute, while she keeps everything level. Nothing escape her ears, even with these large purple glasses on and the heavy earphones. Of course, what if these are tools in her use in order to get the desired control? Who am I to know.
Personally, I think it looks as if they were effectively shutting the world out. While the glasses was colouring her world in a hue more to her likings.
As I would have agreed, I like music, I listen to it most every day, but I certainly is no musician or disc jokey. I am merely the audience.
In her capable hands, the beat is an untamed beast. She may have it dance to her pipe, but we are the once dancing to her tunes. It is a very special feeling. Not something I would pass up. At least, I can’t say that right now. Even if I guess some would beg to differ, or even swear; Never Again, later. When the party is over, right.
“Hiya, Notes’. You are new here, right?” Pinkie Pie exclaimed in my face, before I had even noticed that she was right there, mere inches from me.
“Hiya, Pinkie. Uh, yeah!” I responded, surprised by having her this close.
“The new exchange student, then. I hope you are enjoying yourself here. This school is a blast!” she continued in her overly energetic style.
“That would be correct. It is all right, this far!” I coughed up.
Trying to adjust to having her in my face is a challenge. I am not used to having people quite this close, and even when I have anyone close by, they take the time to climb up to me, as it were. This girl seems to have no boundaries or understanding of the concept of Personal Space.
“I love the balloons, where did you get them from?” I inquired.
“Oh, these balloons?” she responded, pointing a finger towards the sea of balloons she created under the ceiling; “I pull them off of my flank, on my skirt. Like this!” she continued, pulling a blue balloon right off of the skirt she is currently wearing, then instantly progressed to blowing it up and tying it neatly, before she pushed it over to me.
“Wow!” I exclaimed, accepting the offered balloon, looking through the thin rubber at her face.
“You are quite welcome!” she explained in more bombastic than usual spirits.
“This girl is positively insane!” I thought; “But she does incredible things right of the bat, as if it was nothing, natural to her!” I continued.
“Thanks!” I responded, almost too stunned to respond.
“Why do I have the feeling the balloons is actually alive?” I pondered.
“Should be putting a festive spirit in your room and a positive spin on your day!” she then pointed out.
“I guess I could make use of that, and I certainly did not have a balloon like this in my room!” I responded.
“Of course not, silly. There are no balloons quite like Pinkies, you know!” she responded with a silly grin on her face.
“Not unless all balloons are growing on skirts?” I teased, pointing out an overly obvious detail, while blatantly ignoring all else.
As I cast a new glance at her skirt, I realised that it is complete with all the three balloons, once more.
“Have some punch, or would you rather have cider?” Pinkie then added.
“I think I would have a cider right now!” I responded.
“They are delicious!” she responded, as she opened the bottle and placed it in my hand before I had even realised what was going on.
Lifting my hand, taking a slow, tentative sip. I can’t complain, it was actually pretty good.
“Thanks!” I uttered as I pulled the bottle from my lips.
“See? I knew you would love it, and you do need to drink something!” she responded.
“Your family produce the cider?” I asked Applejack as she passed me by on her way towards the stage.
“Eeyup!” I hear from behind my back, as Big Mac was stacking a fresh load of bottles by the table.
First now I noticed that the stage had been empty for a moment and Vinyl Scratch was not up there.
Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash is on the stage, fiddling with their instruments. Then I see Sunset Shimmer and Applejack taking their respective places on the stage too. Taking the last minute to tune their instruments.
The next moment, they are playing As Awesome as you wanna be. Of course, this time they are not doing it as a Rainbow effort, the entire group is playing together as a team.
Of course they are awesome, and the song is just as awesome, when they play it together.
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