Ponywatching

by ThunderTempest

Prompt #166: Humouresque

On a normal day, watching the Canterlot Philharmonic perform was a wonderous experience. Every instrument combined to form a greater harmony, a great synergy flowed between each member of the orchestra as they elevated the music to heights that few ponies could ever dream of. It was a dream of many ponies to one day play with the famed orchestra. Out of the concert hall, the ponies themselves were regarded as almost humourless, so focused were they on their chosen craft.

Vinyl Scratch, however, knew different. For every year, on the same day every year, the Canterlot Philharmonic put on a very, very exclusive and special performance. It was not advertised-the only way to be invited was to be personally asked by a current member of the orchestra, and no tickets were sold. For as long as Octavia had been in the Philharmonic, Vinyl Scratch had a standing invitation to any performance, and she made it a point to always attend this one.

She sat and chuckled in the balcony seats as the members walked onstage, the violinists taking their seats with violas, cellos and double basses, while the others fumbled with the smaller instruments. Wind instrumentalists and reed players switched and suddenly found that their breathing was completely wrong. Vinyl sniggered into her hooves when the conductor trotted up to his podium, his mane replaced with a giant clown wig, and rubber chicken took the place of his usual baton.

By the time that everypony was seated, Vinyl was all but laughing out loud. The orchestra’s usual formal attire was abandoned, everypony dressed in the most outlandish and ridiculous outfits they could find. As Octavia was being stupidly talented and perfect again, like always, the other members of the orchestra had attached a fake horn and pair of wings to her, in addition to a pink dye in her mane and tail.

Once the conductor signalled the start of the first piece, Vinyl, along with the rest of the theatre, lost any self-control they may have had. The normally harmonious and talented orchestra had been turned into an absolute cacophony of noise in the best possible way.

In the balcony, Vinyl Scratch had given up trying to stay in her seat, and was rolling on the floor, tears streaming down her face, her hooves pounding the floor as she laughed, and it was there she stayed, soaking the floor beneath her and nearly breaking a chair as the absurd performance continued on.

Author's Note:

Written for Prompt #166: “Too Good To Be True”
The prompt: It all ends in tears.

This is okay, i think.

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[Themaskedferret]

Discord would be proud XD