I guess I should clear up some misconceptions towards cutie marks before I go into what I'm sure you all want to hear.

I got my cutie mark by complete accident. Well, if by accident you mean unintended. I got it back when I was about to graduate kindergarten. The only thing I remember about it was standing up to some losers who were picking on this kid for... Whatever he was doing. Now that I think about it, I don't know if they even had a reason for bullying him.

Anyways, I guess I just got mad with them and created a lightning storm that covered half of Ponyville. Scared those jerks half to death. The guy and I were laughing all the way home on the bus. Some ponies tried to play it off by saying that a pegasus pony got mad and kicked a cloud too hard, but that wouldn't explain why I noticed a picture of blue crackling lightning on my butt when I got home that day.

At first, I thought it had something to do with my personality. Then, my dad told me that I might have the same affinity for magic that he does which leads me to the first misconception.

Cutie marks don't determine somepony's destiny. I got my cutie mark seven years ago and back before everything happened at C.A.A.M, I still didn't know what I wanted to do for a living. It's fun to believe that you get your cutie mark and *bam*! You automatically know what to do with your life.

Not me. Or at least, not until I went to C.A.A.M.

The second misconception about cutie marks is that they're straightforward and easy to understand. Nope. My dad's cutie mark is a bunch of weird alien symbols and he still hasn't told me what any of them mean except for one or two. I think that's because he doesn't know what they mean either.

Oh! I almost forgot.

My name's Angel Bolt. My parents named me Angel because my dad and my grandpa used to call my mom that a lot. I didn't get the second half of my name until that cutie mark incident happened. Until then, my name was just Angel.

Everyone else my age would probably whine about having terrible parents and a terrible this and a terrible that. God, I can't stand those ponies. I really can't complain. I have two of the best parents in the world and we never have to worry about money because my dad's really tight with royalty.

He told me about all the times he risked his life to save the princesses and my mom, but the fact that he's not really from Equestria took me the longest time to wrap my head around. He's cool and I love him to death even though he tends to be really quiet sometimes.

My mom is my ultimate role model. She's chill and laid back just like my dad but she can get really crazy sometimes. According to my dad, she’s not as energetic as she used to be. She used to make some killer music back in the day and she still does now, just not as much.

I listen to some every so often; it's not really my thing.

I also live with my auntie Octy. She's not really my aunt, but she looked over me a lot when my mom and dad were both busy so she’s almost like a second mom to me. She started teaching me good manners and etiquette at age six. I'm glad she did because it’s likely that I wouldn't have learned anything like that from anypony else in the house.

I guess if I were to begin somewhere, I'd start my story after I finished high school. Not because high school wasn't important, but...

Okay, high school wasn't all that important to me.

They didn't really teach me anything useful, you know? The only thing I've ever been interested in is shock magic ever since I got my cutie mark. Just thinking of all the sorts of things electricity can do makes me have goosebumps.

But did they teach me anything about shock magic? No. Even after my dad came up and talked to the teacher about it. They just said "We don't currently have a class that has that wide of a scope."

So, I ended up learning a bunch of crap that isn't really important except for all those physics classes that taught about neutrons and electrons and positive and negative charges and all that stuff. Like I said, I'm fascinated by everything electricity. I had a couple meteorology classes after my dad... Negotiated with them, but they never really got around to the specifics of lightning.

After that, my dad kept pushing me to go to some boring academy. I looked at all the curriculum choices they had and none of them had to do with magic or shock magic. Sure, they had stuff like electrical engineer and advanced physics and meteorologist, but I wanted to do something more worthwhile with my magic. I didn't really know what I wanted to do for the rest of my life, but I knew that I wanted to learn more about my talent.

Money wasn't the issue. My dad's really friendly with Princess Celestia and she sends him a sack of royals every month. I just didn't want to waste four years of my life doing something that didn't matter to me. I still remember what my mom told me way back when I started high school.

"Sweetie, I went to music school for four years when I was a filly and I didn't learn a single thing that helped me in my career. The only thing I don't regret doing there was meeting Octavia."

Even my dad had some things to say about it. Apparently, he was going to some sort of college before he got zapped here to Equestria. He doesn't talk about it much, but when he does, he always has this look on this face that says:

"Dear Luna, please don't make me remember that shit."

Anyways, I knew that old ordinary colleges weren't for me and I wasn't really planning on joining one. It was saddening knowing that there wasn't really a place for me to go to learn more about my particular set of interests.

That is, until my dad brought up C.A.A.M.

Author's Notes:

Thanks for reading the first entry of Becoming One With The Beat: Prodigy! Got some good things in store for you guys! Stay tuned~~

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