The next morning, the two mares got ready in a flash. They couldn't wait to leave one another.

The first breakfast of camp was always the best. This morning, there was vanilla pudding with strawberries and oats. The campers grabbed their trays and joined their new friends.

"Hey Vine! What's cracking?" One of Vinyl's new friends, Steampunk Mayhem, high-hooved her as she sat down.

"Nothing much, Steamy. I still hate this place. Vinyl replied, digging into her food.

"Ugh, me too. I wish that my parents hadn't made me come here." Another one of Vinyl's new friends, Axel, groaned.

"Gosh, I hate my parents sometimes. Especially my mom. She can be so annoying!" Steamy groaned.

"Yeah," Vinyl said half-heartedly. But the truth was she didn't hate her parents. Well, she really only had one parent. Her mom had died several years earlier of a drug overdose. She had been a DJ, just like Vinyl was, and had gotten a bit out of control. But Vinyl had still loved her nonetheless.

A few tables away, Octavia was enjoying the company of her news friends.

"So, Octavia, which of Mozart's symphonies are your favorite?" her new friend, Crescendo, asked.

"Ooh, that's a tough question. I'd have to say the 25th in G minor. I find it to be quite exciting." Octavia responded.

"Ah, a good choice, my friend. I like that one as well." Crescendo stated.

"Mozart's a mighty fine composer. My dad got me into him at a young age." Octavia's other new acquaintance, Fermata, added.

The mentions of dads stung Octavia. She hadn't seen her father since she was a filly. He had just left her mom and her one day without any warning.

"That's cute," Octavia commented somberly.

"It was," Fermata assured. The group went on with their conversation, covering various topics related to orchestra music.

After breakfast, announcements began. Phil stepped up to the podium. "Good morning, everypony! Are you liking camp so far?"

A chorus of cheers broke out, as if these ponies were at a rock concert.

"That's what I like to hear! Today, we are going to be signing up for classes." Phil informed.

"Yes. Here at Philharmonica Band Camp, there are dozens of activities that you can choose from. Some deal with the instruments that you play while others are more general. Sign up sheets are on the table in front of me. Now if you line up in an orderly fashion-," Monica announced. She was interrupted by campers springing out of their seats. The ponies began to pour to the front of the room, fighting to get into the classes that they wanted.

Both Vinyl and Octavia waited until the crowd died down to pick their classes. When they arrived, the only two available were Music Theory and History of the Flute.

"I am not taking flute class," Vinyl proclaimed.

"Neither am I. It would be stupid because I don't play the flute, nor do I care for its history. So, I guess that we'll have to take the same class." Octavia sighed. "How does this keep happening?"

"Maybe the universe wants us to be friends with each other," Vinyl theorized.

Octavia snorted. "That's ridiculous! We couldn't be more different."

Vinyl laughed nervously. "Hey, I was just trying to make a joke. This does suck."

"Well mares and colts, I hope that you're satisfied with your choice. Classes with start this afternoon." Phil declared

The two mares groaned in frustration. Music Theory was the last thing that either of them wanted to do right. They were going to go crazy before these two weeks were over.