I had applied to transfer from my current location at Vanhoover University to Canterlot High. I wanted to see more of the country and the high-school in question did have good accreditation. I had just recently been informed, notified on the detail that I had been accepted, my transfer had been approved.
Once the transfer had been approved, I hastily packed my few belongings. Why have more than I needed? I am busy with my studies. Of course I had told my friends, even if they already knew that I had planned to make the transfer.
The train-ride had been smooth. I guess it had been expected. I had planned it, and booked the ticket for the ride in advance. I had picked a time when I expected the train less than packed. Actually, I had taken the night train. Thus sleeping all the way.
When I arrived at the station, I had pulled my suit case off of the train and walked the short distance to my new home.
Unpacking what little I had brought with me did not take all that long. Not that I made undue haste, I just had too little with me for the job to take more than maybe an hour. That is with the tea break included, of course.
Making my bed, hanging up the few garments I have in the wardrobe and filling up the kitchen. Plates, glasses and forks; aside from a very short list of food. There is a small supply of books and music, including what little I brought with me from my previous school.
It is a home, a chance to rest my head on a pillow. Nothing fancy, right.
This isn’t so much a fresh start, as a new page in my book, a stepping-stone on a journey to the dream of my life. I need to see the world and see new people and experience new places.
One may expect a High-school an appreciated change of pace, compared with the University where I had spent my previous year. Apparently, I was wrong. Although I soon realised I am to meet all the new people and making a few good friends here. I just did not know the half of it, but I am to learn. It is why I came, why I transferred in the first place.
The first girl I met is Pinkie Pie, and I was by no means prepared. She isn’t the kind of person you can prepare for. Not that she is all that loud, but she is all over the place. Kind and friendly, funny and entertaining. Ready to punch you in the gut with yet another joke or pun, just for the fun of it, in order to see you smile and hear you laugh; all in good fun. she is what you can consider an acquired taste, you need to get used to her, before you can fully appreciate her.
When she does promise something, anything; she makes this strange pantomime. You know she will live up to it. Just as she expects you to live up to your promises, once you made them. Then again, why bother making a promise, if you did not intend to actually live up to the word?
Reading through the list of open posts, and who was who; she was right there on the top of the list, the Party committee. Apparently, she is organising all the parties and festivities around. Just not only the once on campus, she throws parties all over the place, left and right. Bummer, that’s a shock, but how does she find the time to study, with such a busy schedule?
The shock is that she has time for her friends too. It isn’t a matter of making time, or doing things together. Furthermore, she has a hoard of friends, as in basically the entire school, students, teachers and staff alike. If this isn’t the parties, then what?
Oh, but for the shock, there is a new party coming up this week. Naturally, the students are not acting as if there is anything special about it. Maybe she had prepared them, or are they used to constantly partying for no reason at all? Of course, to the pink girl known as Pinkie Pie, there are numerous reasons for a party; the first being smiles and laughter, as in seeing all her friends happily smile and hear them laugh. Maybe this is growing on me as I stay here. the only fear is that once I get used to it, I will have problems getting used to not having the parties.
As I read about the next upcoming party, I found out that a certain Vinyl Scratch was to manage the music. Not that I personally knew her, or could claim that I actually knew about her, per se. She was just listed on an important post on the party. She still made me curious, as if telling me that I had to go.
I do enjoy music, both on the few parties I had attended to, and on a more personal note. I sometimes listen to music while I read and study. It helps me getting into that mood, just as I can use the rhythm and cadence in order to tie up what I am reading, thus putting the import into the subject or topic.
Of course Applejack and Big Mac was to deliver the Cider, which was the chosen beverage for the party. From what I had gathered, Pinkie Pie loves her Cider, and the Apples are the go-to, when you like to have Cider.
On another note, a Trixie Lulamoon would be performing one of her magic acts on the stage. I have no idea as to who she is or what the magic act was to be. I was just hoping it would be entertaining and fun to see.
With all the effort put into this show, it was sure to be worth the time and effort to go. Maybe I could even make a few new friends. I certainly could use a friend or two right now, being new here at the school and all.
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.