Collected like a nice batch of rats in a cage. Lyra, my right hand at the moment; Vinyl, a reluctant partner in this piece; Derpy, being forced here while Lyra sits on top of her. Four members to a band... If only we could have recruited Octavia. But, she has her own band to lead into battle. No matter. We'll crush her like everyone else. We are now in holding for the greatest force in this school. For the Great and Powerful Trixie will lead this collection of ragamuffins into war!

The three girls and one box watched as Trixie seemed to be monologuing to herself in her mind. Vinyl rose a brow, scratching the back of her neck before giving Lyra an almost worried glance. "She-ah... She do this often?" Vinyl asked, trying to keep quiet enough so Trixie wouldn't hear.

"Nah," Lyra dismissed it, "Usually does it when the plans come together. So... Yeah... That doesn't happen very often," Lyra shifted herself on Derpy's back, making the girl squeal a bit and squirm for freedom.

The little squeal woke Trixie from her mental dialogue, turning her attention to the three girls and one box listening to her intently. "Now... Girls, you all know why you are here, right?"

"Because you're desperate."

"Cus' you think I owe you one now."

"Because Lyra won't get off of me until you tell her to?"

Trixie slammed her palm down on a nearby desk, making all of the other girls straighten up and cringe. A furious look was stuck on Trixie's face for just a moment. Quickly, she ran a hand back through her hair and took in a calming air, making her face soften to a more gentle smile. "All... Good... Answers. But, not the answer I want us all to be on the same page with. Allow the Great and Powerful Trixie to enlighten you on our circumstances of conjugating to this single unity..." When Trixie looked at her 'team', not one of them looked like they were following what she said, "...Let me tell you why you're all going to help me. Simple enough?"

Lyra and Vinyl both nodded and grinned while Derpy struggled to grab her notepad and pen to write down all she was going to hear. If she survived this, she would have one big scoop to tell the world. "Now... The Battle of the Bands is swiftly upon us. And, while the Great and Powerful Trixie has been banned from taking part in the School Talent-Show, she is NOT banned from organized events that require a group effort. That's why I gathered you all here... This school WILL recognize the Great and Powerful Trixie has the most superior entertainer in this school and perhaps the world. She needs to only have a collection of other band-mates to accompany her on stage. Once there, the Great and Powerful Trixie will bring the most spellbinding music that this school has ever seen to their ears," Trixie explained her plan vaguely and quickly, not wanting to lose her audience yet again.

The three girls seemed to be following along better then before, but Vinyl soon raised her hand and called for Trixie's attention. "Yeah... Nice idea and all... But, there's only three of us. Well... Five if you count Lyra's chair and the other girl in the box," Vinyl tossed a thumb over her shoulder to gesture out Derpy and the fellow snoop that was still hiding in a box tucked away in the corner.

"We shan't need the aid of another stalker in a box. Derpy will do well enough," Derpy opened her mouth to protest, but was swiftly silenced by Trixie glaring at her, "Unless she wants me to alert the principle about her stealing boxes from the janitor again...?"

Derpy clammed up and laid out across the ground, giving Lyra less strain to her buns as she sat back on the girl's back. "Alright. You got four. Any idea what instruments any of us can play?" Vinyl kept up her skepticism.

"Dear-dear Vinyl... How little faith do you have? Of course the Great and Powerful Trixie knows what to put you all to work on. You will play keyboard, Lyra shall play her bass, and Derpy will... Will..." Trixie turned her eyes to Derpy and crouched down next to her, looking her in the eye, "Can you play anything musical?"

"I can hit things," Derpy replied with a cheery smile.

Trixie ran a hand against her face, groaning in the process. "Fine... You can play drums..." Straightening out and standing back to her tall, proud state, Trixie looked back to Vinyl 'The Accuser', "And the Great and Powerful Trixie will of course be lead guitar."

"You? Play guitar? Do you know the first thing about strings?" Vinyl cocked her shades down, giving Trixie a disbelieving eye.

"Oh, what trouble is there to it? You just... Um... Strum the strings and... Turn the knobs... Really, there's not much to it," Trixie retorted.

Suddenly, everyone turned their attention to the door behind Trixie as it started to creak open. "It's a tiny bit more complex then strum and turn," a female voice corrected Trixie from the opening door.

To their surprise, when the door opened all the way, a leather jacket wearing girl with spiked, flame colored hair sauntered into the room with a case draped over her shoulder. The girl kicked the door behind her and walked up to Trixie, easily standing taller than her by at least half a foot. The girl dropped her case down on a desk and turned to look at the collection of misfit girls. She smirked once and grabbed the hem of her open jacket, puffing it once before looking down at Trixie. "Fluttershy says you're hosting a little dark-horse band? If you need a guitarist, I wouldn't mind joining up," Spitfire spun her short tale to Trixie, making the little magician grow a devious smile.

"Welcome aboard."

This will be most invigorating...