“No, no, no! That doesn’t sound right!” A loud thud followed the harshly yelled words.

Luna sat upon the only movable object in her room; her ‘spinny’ chair. Her eyes were nearly glowing with rage because of her current task at hand, focused entirely set upon the paper that was now strewn on her desk. There was a pile in the top right corner that was stacked neatly, rather important documents that pertained to some law or another; Luna had dismissed them to future Luna’s problems. The rest though were nothing but music sheets, sorted in a way that Luna called ‘organized chaos’ even though Discord would disagree to such a concept. Notes lined the sides of each measure, making points of certain sections or even just humours thoughts that came to mind. That wasn’t all of the paper though, for beside her desk was a small garbage bin that was beyond a little full, and yet the maids emptied it every night.

The Night Princess let out a strained sigh, sitting back a little before spinning around in a quick circle on her spinning chair. Such a marvellous chair it was, the seat made of a faux leather, covering a hoof stitched cushion of tempered cloud, that only the minotaurs utilized. Each leg and non-leathered piece was made of carved wood, a beautiful birch that was coated in a black paint. The only part not made from pure natural materials was the plastic wheels that allowed one to roll around the room, much to Luna’s delight. She had been sitting at that desk for what seemed like forever, trying to force herself to move past her current obstacle. Alas, she was beyond stumped; her mind constantly racking itself over and over in order to find a way to make it work.

Luna gently picked up her LS (Lunar Special) pencil in her magic, bringing it closer to her eyes. It was a fine pencil, evenly balanced and made with only the best graphite that the pencil company could produce. The normal yellow colour had been swapped out with a light blue, almost navy if one wanted to get technical. The eraser was just the right size to allow for the perfect precision when removing those offending mistakes, while the tip had just the right sharpness to it. Yes, it was such an immaculate pencil, one that would be cherished by all that would have been graced with the ability to use it. Such a thing seemed to be the work of-

Snap

Just like that, the pencil’s geometric symmetry was brought to an end before falling into the garbage bin beside the desk. Luna stared, blankly, at the bin for a moment before getting up and making her way over to a closet on the other side of the room. The walk was quick, short, and just as boring as everything else had been.

This was the entire reason why Luna was currently cooped up in her room and not out about in the castle. While most ponies thought that she was entirely nocturnal, what with her being the raiser of the moon and all, the truth was that she was just bored out of her mind.

Alicorn’s didn’t need to sleep, and Luna was pretty sure they didn’t need to breathe either, since she did spend a thousand years on the moon. That of course gave them a lot of free time to do what was needed, such as raise and lower the celestial bodies, or have some tea with ambassadors, or plot a way to get revenge on one’s own sib-

I’m not going down that road again, Luna shook her head as she stopped in front of her closet.

Now this closet wasn’t her clothes closet, no matter how much her sister tried to say otherwise; that was what dressers were for. No, this closet held two of the most important things to Luna. Two items that she utilized the most and kept her busy when the castle was all too quiet. She pulled the door handles open with a quick flourish of her magic, revealing the two most important items in her life.

Her Ibanez RDG7UC guitar. It sported an opaque navy blue lacquer coating, over the solid maple wood which comprised the body of the guitar. On the body stood a switch selector gleaming its chrome near the scoop cut of the guitar. About halfway down, on the same side of the switch selector, was a volume knob, also gleaming its shiny chrome coat. At the very bottom, an amp port lay recessed into the body of the guitar.

It was a masterpiece in her eyes, hoof carved by the original founders of Ibanez. That music company knew how to make guitars and this one was their greatest creation - in her eyes at least. The fretboard shimmered with a metallic black colour, only off set by the white markings on the dials and the silver screws. Her hoof roamed over the neck of the guitar, feeling each inch of the varnished maple. The wood itself was only the best, she knew because the castle had many pieces of furniture made from that same tree.

She traced each portion of the scooped cut guitar, making her shiver slightly at the feel. Each trace felt like she was rekindling with a long lost part of her, bent on finding her no matter what the circumstances. Even though she had just put it back before supper with ‘Tia.

Finally her hoof reached the headstock before continuing to trace every inch of it. No matter how many times she gazed on it, she still loved the looked of the lefty flipped headstock that mounted her own cutie mark in the middle.

Her magic flared a little before encompassing the entire guitar and removing it from its resting place on a hoof carved guitar stand; once more made from the same maple tree. The closet was custom made for the sole purpose of storing that guitar. The inside was completely padded with an almost velvety material. Woven into the wood was seals that kept the thing airtight, making it physically impossible for dust to even touch her guitar.

The guitar felt incredibly light in her grasp, even despite the electronics inside and the density of the maple. Maybe it was something that the masters at Ibanez had put in, possibly some sort of carving technique that allowed the wood to be dense yet light as a feather.

Though it was probably due to Luna having the magic strength to move the moon. Maybe.

Luna was about to close the closet door, once her guitar was clear, when she remembered that she had come to the closet for another reason. One that was more important than pulling her guitar out. A reason that required her to go after the second item in the sacred closet.

She ripped open another packet of LS pencils with her magic, pulling the whole box out before closing the door.

The box was placed on her desk well before Luna even got close to her sitting spot. Maybe if she played the section a few times, the notes would strike her like a bolt of lightning. Of course, they would be less painful … unless her amp fizzed out again. She should see if Pinkie could get her in touch with that white unicorn DJ. Perhaps that DJ mare had some tips and tricks on dealing with such situations. It certainly would not hurt to pick the experienced mare’s brain, for any wisdom and knowledge she might be able to offer.

Once Luna was seated on her Spinning Chair of Infinite Knowledge, her mind began to refocus on the task at hoof. She had been stuck on this one chord progression for some time, trying to figure out how to transition into the breakdown. She had written out everything past that and everything preceding it, but this one section had her stumped.

So stumped in fact that she had barely even noticed that somepony had slipped into her room. An assassin! Well, I know what to do with those … an almost sadistic grin crept over her face as she cast a little protective spell on her guitar. Of course her telekinesis masked the fact she had cast that spell and it would be her intruder’s downfall.

It took all of her might to not swivel her ears around to focus better on the pony in her room, but it was needed. If she moved them towards the sound of the approaching pony, she would give herself away, much like her soon-to-be attacker had. Whoever they were, they must have thought that their hoof steps were quiet and unable to be picked up by anypony. Unfortunately for them, Luna was the Princess of the Night and stealth was part of her namesake.

Just a few more steps, Luna waited, nearly stock still as the intruder neared her. She mentally counted down the meagre seconds before they would be in attacking range. It felt longer than a few seconds, but when it came time, Luna reacted without hesitation.

“Hyyyyaaaaahhh!” Luna yelled as she spun around, with her eyes closed, on her Spinning Chair of Infinite Knowledge, while swinging her guitar around so that the neck of the guitar was in her grasp. The body of the guitar was slicing through the air, aiming straight for what she assumed was where the pony’s head was.

The body connected with the side of … Celestia’s head.

“Not the usual welcome, sister, but one I can appreciate nevertheless.” The sly grin on ‘Tia’s face could almost be heard through her words.

Luna frowned slightly before slowly setting her guitar down on her bed. She hopped off the chair, unintentionally stretching her legs out of a force of habit. “Not the harshest way I’ve greeted you, though.”

“That is true, remember the desk incident?” Celestia said with a grin on her face.

“I was referring to the Nightmare Moon incident, but that works too,” Luna said with a chuckle behind her voice. “So what brings you here ‘Tia?

“Can’t I check on my sister without having an ulterior motive?” Celestia says as her cheeks puff out. It was obvious that Celestia was trying to hold back laughter at that comment. Even Luna was giggling at that, because both of the sisters knew that something was always up when they visited each other. Whether it be something of importance to the country or one of them needed advice, the sisters always visited when something came up.

No words needed to be said as both of the Royal Sisters burst out laughing at Celestia’s statement. They both broke into fits as though they were school fillies hearing some sort of hilarious joke about a teacher.

It took them a few moments, but they both eventually regained their regal composure once more. A few quick movements with their telekinesis and they looked just as impeccable as they had appeared, prior to their ensuing moment of comedy.

“Phew, I needed that, ‘Tia,” Luna said, wiping her brow with a hoof. “So … what do you need?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about something, Lulu,” Celestia, ignoring the mocked gasp of shock that came from Luna, “and this is something that I should have said a few weeks ago, but I think you need to get out more often.”

Luna dead-panned that statement, for it was a completely silly statement. Celestia had been preaching the same thing to Luna for a few weeks at that point, if not more, and it was driving Luna up the wall. Sure, she did need to get out more often, but that didn’t mean that Celestia had to keep nosing in on it.

“Now hear me out, sis. I know I have said it before, but it is true. You spend all of your time cooped up in the castle. All you have been doing is your duties and then straight to your room. Why don’t you do something more creative?”

“More creative?” Luna asked, brows raised in displeasure at such a statement. “So, the songs we have been writing are not creative enough, or is our night sky lacking, sister?”

Celestia rolled her eyes at Luna’s resentment, “you know what I mean, Lulu. I just want you to get out more and experience the modern world more. You were doing so good on the last ten years, but then you withdrew into yourself again. Besides, you have yet to even play for me so how am I supposed to know what your songs are like? Maybe you should make a band!”

Luna’s ears perked tremendously at that statement, maybe her sister was indeed onto something. Celestia continued on, but Luna didn’t hear her, her focus was on that one single idea as it could be the solution to all of her woes. If she could form the band, then that would not only satisfy her sister, but it would also allow ponies to hear her music without praising it just because she was a princess. Luna’s grin would have grown three times greater, in that moment, though such a feat was impossible, unless one was a certain pink Ponyville party pony.

“Mother of Faust!” And with that statement, Luna dashed out of the room. She had taken nothing with her and had left Celestia standing there, almost dumbfounded.

Celestia looked around slightly, standing exactly where she stood when Luna dashed out of the room. At first, the Sun Princess was a little bewildered by what had just transpired. She knew Luna tuned her out shortly after she suggested that Luna make a band, but she didn’t expect Luna to take it to heart that much. Nor did she expect Luna to just dash out of the room without more than an incomplete sentence.

Celestia shrugged her shoulders before turning leave her sister’s room. It wasn’t polite to stand in one’s bedroom when they had just left, even though they used to share the same bedroom a long time ago.

“At least she found something to do. I mean, what’s the worst that could happened?” Celestia wondered out loud, not hearing the very universe cackle at the saying.

Author's Notes:

So the epic quest begins! I will regret nothing, no matter where this story goes! So be prepared to bang your head and laugh (hopefully) for this will be awesome!

Until the name of the band is picked, I will be taking suggestions. Come up with your best band names and just maybe you'll get chosen. This will continue till I hit the naming chapter so don't give up on one.

Thank you AuthorGenesis for deciding to take on another story of mine. Thanks to Callsign Eagle / Eagle for pre-reading this and giving me the idea!

Enjoy people! :*devil horns*