It has been written many times over. In so many books. "The human animal, when locked against another, will at some point have no choice but to converse"... Or, something of that sort. The Great and Powerful Trixie doesn't actually read books. Books are for nerds. That is why when I have both Octavia and Vinyl Scratch locked safely together in a classroom alone with each other, I am fairly certain that everything will work out. The Great and Powerful Trixie does not need to read a book to understand human interaction. It's basic interaction, after all.

The only clincher in this whole case is the matter of getting Octavia and Vinyl Scratch into a room with one another so they can interact. But, I have no need to worry on that... The Great and Powerful Trixie had long ago thought up a flawless way to get that part done...

"Hey, Tavi?" Out from nowhere Octavia felt a tap against her shoulder while she was still on the auditorium stage.

The cellist turned a look around to be mildly surprised and quickly befuddled to see Lyra was standing behind her. Instead of answering Lyra, Octavia doubled a look back to where she last saw Lyra near the entryway of the auditorium. In not a moment at all, Lyra had at some point made it from the other side of the room to behind Octavia without her even noticing. She had to admit, that was pretty impressive. Octavia cleared her throat, allowing her previous fit of rage to subside after yelling at Trixie. "Yes, Lyra Heartstrings?" Octavia spoke.

"Does this smell like chloroform?" Lyra asked, putting a rag against Octavia nose.

Octavia simply blinked her eyes and gave a quizzical glare to Lyra as she kept holding it to her nose. "...No... It smells like a rag covered her sweat..." Octavia replied dryly.

"Oh..." Lyra withdrew the rag slowly, nodding a bit and tucking the rag away, "Well that's good to know. Because if it did, then you could've probably thought I was trying to knock you out for some reason. But I wouldn't ever--NOW TRIXIE!" Lyra screamed, sending everyone on stage into a short stagger except for Trixie.

Before Octavia or her band could react, both Trixie and Lyra snatched Octavia by her arms and yanked her off from her chair. Octavia kicked wildly and frantically as she was suddenly hoisted off from the auditorium stage and subsequently carried off by Trixie and Lyra down the stairs and off towards the exit. Holding Octavia's right arm and dragging the rest of the musical student across the carpet of the auditorium, Trixie smiled to herself in triumph. "If at first you do not prevail at asking, simply resort to the unexpected."

Lyra snickered to herself, aiding Trixie in pulling the still startled Octavia across the floor. "Grand Theft Human!"

Flawless.

However, these sort of plans require a sort of duality to get the whole job completed. As you well know, you can't have a conversation with yourself... Well, you could, but you would just be crazy or a complete loser at that point. That's why you need a second person to be involved...

"Hey, Vinyl! Does this smell like chloroform?" Lyra asked, shoving a rag right into Vinyl's nose while she say up on her usual spot on the bleachers.

Vinyl quickly slapped Lyra's hand away and burst out into laughter, wrapping an arm around Lyra in the process. With a single finger, Vinyl lowered the rim of her shades and looked Lyra dead in the eyes, still smirking like a fox. "Alright, I know this trick. Just tell me where you're plannin' to take me."

"Music Room Three," Lyra answered honestly.

"Cooleo. I'll head on over right now," Vinyl shrugged casually and popped off the bleachers, landing her feet firmly against the soft tufts of the grass below, "Out of -you know- curiosity and whatever, what were you gonna do when I said 'no'?" She asked while looking back up to Lyra.

"I was going to put you in a potato sack and drag you there..."

"Huh..." Vinyl nodded, unfazed by the blunt answer.

Some times, the pieces just fall into place for you. Rare for me, but I am never one to turn down a shortcut. After all, if you order a tuna fish sandwich at the deli and you see someone else left their sandwich out before you pay for your sandwich, wouldn't you just that that other person's? It saves money and time... Thinking about it now, that might be why Rainbow Dash doesn't like me at all. Bah! One problem at a time. The Great and Powerful Trixie mustn't get sidetracked.

Thanks to Lyra assistants, we now have both Octavia and Vinyl locked tight in the music room so they can sort out their problems. In the end they'll thank me, forgive me, and I shall have my third member for the band... Wait... The Great and Powerful Trixie may be forgetting something about the band. Bah! Once again, I need to focus on one problem at a time... For now, we just sit back and watch...

The top of Trixie's head made for a nice, comfortable spot for Lyra to snuggle her chin into while the two of them peered into the single window looking into the music room where they 'led' Octavia and Vinyl. The two onlookers watched the two talk to one another inside; more-so watching Octavia stand firm with her arms folded and Vinyl being very animated with her arm motions and storming around the room. Despite how loud it seemed Vinyl or Octavia was speaking, not a sound came to either Lyra or Trixie's ears as they watched.

"...What're they talking about?"

"With any luck, getting the Great and Powerful Trixie off the hate list."

"...Doesn't look like it. Octavia won't even look Vinyl in the eyes. Sheesh... Maybe this was a bad idea."

"What else were we supposed to do? The Great and Powerful Trixie is running off of nothing here! You and Fluttershy are the only two people helping me right now. I had to come up with this plan simply on the fly. What do you want from me?"

"I don'know... Maybe a thank you?" Lyra sounded soft, still watching Octavia and Vinyl inside the room.

"A thank you?"

"Yeah. I mean, I didn't even have to come help you. But I did. You know why?"

"Because you forgave me."

"You really think that's it?" Lyra nudged Trixie against the back, kneeing her once with a small grunt.

"What other reason is there?"

"Never mind..." Lyra huffed before starting to bounce her chin against the top of Trixie's head, "Oh-oh-oh-oh-look-look-look! They're looking each other in the eye!"

"They are. That's progress..."

"OH! Now they're holding hands! That's soooo cute!"

"They're shaking hands, Lyra. Calm down."

"Now they're hugging!" Lyra squealed to herself, making Trixie flinch and shut her eyes in aggravation.

"I see that, Lyra!" Trixie held in her anger as she spoke between gritting teeth.

Even though Trixie was outwardly angry towards Lyra's happy nature at the sight, she was holding in her own excitement herself. With what was conspiring before them in that band room was the start of Trixie's band. And in four days, Trixie would be ready to take on the battle of the bands.

...Wait a moment...

...The Great and Powerful Trixie doesn't have a band name!