Chapter 2

Pinkie Pie was ecstatic. Not that she wasn't always, but this was more so than usual, if that was possible. Her friends from a lifetime ago were here again in front of her. All together for one last rehearsal before their first show of the celebration tonight.

It's amazing how well they've aged, hardly a thing has changed since my birthday party, the pink pony thought, are they still wearing the same accessories and hairstyles? After so long? Wow, that's commitment. It's like they were simply teleported here by some sort of time machine built by Dr. Whooves or something Pinkie sighed to herself but that's just silly.

Her mind was fully equipped to continue following the rollercoaster that was Pinkie Pie' train of thought but was abruptly brought out of her pondering by Spear who had put back on his black sunglasses. "Yo, Pinks, you mind tellin' us what you think" He asked. The trio of that was the band had formed a line in front of her, awaiting her reply.

Having not followed this conversation at all as she had trailed herself away by humming some song to herself and moving on to her thoughts of only a second before. Pinkie Pie had absolutely no idea what the white stallion was asking, so to not seem impolite she attempted to answer as best she could, "What I think about whatandthewhonow?"

Spear smiled and asked again, "Kay, Sen, and I" He gestured to each pony as he said their name, "were asking your opinion on how we should run the show tonight and if there was something special you might want us to do."

Still not really following the conversation, as her attention span usually never did, Pinkie Pie quickly dissuaded her own thoughts of how different these supposed blood related brothers looked and came up with the only respectable answer she could. "Come on guys, I'm sure you'll just blow their socks off no matter what you do; not that ponies wear socks or anything or would need to…what are socks?" Now faced with a new conundrum, Pinkie Pie put her hoof to her chin and began to ponder that thought as well. Eventually walking off, the band took this as a cue to recommence practice.

Spear just smiled and turned to see Kay and Sen had much the same expression on their faces as he spoke, "You heard the boss, we know what we're doing so let's do it." Sen's smile grew even wider across his face and Kay nodded at the sentiment as his half smirk seemed to grow ever so slightly as well. The trio returned to their respective spots on stage, Spear in the middle of the stage with his guitar strapped on and a mic inches from his face. Kay stood about 15 feet away to Spear's left on bass, close to his grand piano that he played whenever the song called for it. Sen was in the back atop a raised platform with his extensive drum kit and his stool (set as low as possible so he could reach the drums and special pedals made for the kick drums and crash cymbals though he will never tell a soul) and mic near his mouth as well as he did back-up vocals as well.

The stage itself was a massive crescent circle spanning slightly wider than the great tree it was built against and even tapered into the great plant for extra support. The stage was a simple wooden platform with metal railings all around and above the stage for the lights, speakers, and pyrotechnics that were going to be controlled by Vinyl Scratch as she was hired for later that night (and to be the second night's opening act as well). Of course, the trio was not about to waste any of the floor space granted to them by the stage as it was planned for the other performers hired out of Ponyville for whatever part the band needed filled, as they always did, to take their places there.

At the moment, the power was cut off so the brothers were playing their parts mostly as private reminders to themselves and fully trusted the musicians they hired to play perfectly without the need of extra rehearsals (they were backgrounds after all). Having spent so long as musicians the brothers eventually got to the point where they needed only little remembrances to one another on certain songs and none at all on others. One might ask how they, being ponies and all, are able to play instruments as they have no fingers, arguably the most important appendage to the music making process! The answer is quite simple really: magic! Or whatever else might tickle your fancy; all in all it is completely irrelevant to the story or its teller whether or not this simple fact is accepted for it is as it is. But I digress.

Meanwhile…

Spike had just walked into the library only to be confronted by his guardian/boss/teacher/older sister, Twilight Sparkle, "where have you been, Spike?" yelled the lavender pony from her desk without even looking up. Exhausted and exasperated, Spike forced an unseen smile and droned out a quick and boorish report as he made his way to the longing couch, "Rainbow Dash is back to work and I met two of the band members preforming tonight." The little dragon enunciated the end to his report with the sound of him landing on the couch and was instantly on the verge of sleep when the question pierced his oncoming sweet embrace with his dreams, "Band? What do you mean? How'd you meet them?" Still in a state of half consciousness, the young drake spoke in a much more truthful manner his conscious-self would later kick him for, "One of them saved me from a giant timberwolf…" "Oaky, were they nice to you?" The obilivity to the preceding statement were lost to both parties for a time until the words finally sunk into the work laden mare, "WHAT?!"

Author's Note: I do so apologize for the long update gap and short chapter this go around, and as I do not believe in excuses I shall make none and simply promise more of this tale is to be published soon.