Had she known what she would've inevitably had to go through, Lemon would've listened to her worst nightmare.

But alas, Lemon Zest woke up that morning to boring, classical music.

Tchiakovsky.

Mozart.

Beethoven.

Euch. How bad can you get?

She slowly opened her eyes, and smiled. Time to put on a better beat!

Instantly, Lemon stood up onto her bed, and immediately began air guitarring to the sweet rock beat playing in her head. Her red two-piece pajamas, with music notes sprawled all over, swished around as she bounced on the bed and "played" her sweet rhythm.

Then, the song ended. Lemon stopped playing, and sighed in relief. Thank goodness that's over!

Now it's time for me to get my morning groove on!

Immediately, she jumped off her bed, unbuttoning her pajama shirt and slipping off her pants, and hopped into her bathroom tub, throwing off her undergarments faster than Speedy Gonzales. As she showered, she sang, in a heavy-metal sort of tone:

Singing in the shower,

Gimme the power!

It's Saturday, and it's the hour,

To get up, get down, and sing in the shower!

She then turned off the shower, and dried herself off quick as a whip. She went to her dresser, and quickly threw on her undergarments,  an orange V-neck T-shirt, and white shorts. She looked at herself in the mirror.

With guilty pleasure, she struck a high-fashion pouty-face pose

She looked gooooood.

Then, she hightailed it to the stairway, riding down the handrail like Fred Flintstone on a dinosaur. She slid into the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and her favorite cereal from the cabinet, and poured herself a bowl. As she poured, she sang some more, this time in a rap style:

Some cereal, yeah, some cereal,

It's nothing serial, just some cereal!

Gonna have it now, have it here-eal!

She continued to beatbox this tune as she crunched down her cereal. Her tune fell on deaf ears, given her parents were already at work, the workpeople they were. Lucky for me, cause I get the day off today! A whole day to listen to some sweet tones on my phones!

By "phones," of course, she meant her headphones. She had gotten them as a birthday gift when she was eight, and ever since, she has listened to some of Canterlot's greatest songs with them. It would be especially nice to have some sweet music time today, too, after that fiasco with the Friendship Games. Boy, was that tiring!

This thought in mind, she washed her bowl, and rushed back up the stairs to her room. As she went up, she continued her beatboxing rap:

My headphones, yes, my headphones!

Gonna listen to some tunes and tones!

They gonna chill me to the bones.

Oh, yeeaah, gonna get my headphones!

She had reached the door to her bedroom, her head still in rap-mode, as she reached towards her bedside table for her headphones.

However, her fingers only felt hard, polished wood. Confused, she looked towards where her hand was, and gasped.

Her headphones were gone!

Lemon started to hyperventilate. Without her headphones, she couldn't listen to any of her songs! None of the songs she really, really liked played on her radio. The only thing that did play was classical music from the stone age. She didn't hate old-timey music, per se, she liked all kinds of music. However, classical was one of her least favorites.

Lemon checked all over her room. In her dresser, all she found were socks, shirts, and pants, but no headphones. On her shelf, her music catalogues and magazines were stacked in nice rows, but no cigar with the phones.

She then tried her backpack. No luck there. Just homework. A LOT of homework. Lemon reminded herself to get to that before the weekend was over.

Lemon then sighed, and plopped onto her bed. Wherever her phones were, they weren't in here. She groaned again, and lay down on the bed.

Her eyebrows then tightened down. Can't give up just like that! She glanced at her shelf containing her self-written music. It's like songwriting: stop doing the work, and you don't get a song! She sat right back up again. I just gotta face the music. I have to try harder!

She then glanced at her backpack again, contemplating whether or not she looked inside all the pockets. Suddenly, a memory came back into Lemon's mind;

It was just a day after Twilight Sparkle, the lone, smart girl of Crystal Prep, went all she-demon and nearly destroyed the school, not to mention the human world. Lemon and her friends, including the team leader, bipolar Sour Sweet, competitive Indigo Zap, and fashionable Sunny Flare, were helping clean up at Canterlot with its students.

Everyone was having a good time, truly symbolizing what the Friendship Games were supposed to be about.

At one corner of the front grounds of the school, Sour Sweet was picking up rubble with litter-picking sticks and trash bags. Pinkie Pie, Canterlot High's party student and friend to all, was picking up rubble alongside her, bouncing along like a jackrabbit. Sour Sweet acted annoyed as Pinkie talked to her, jumping around picking up litter, but secretly giggled at the pink-skinned girl's antics.

At the back of the school, several students were helping to make the back grounds look good, too. Sunny Flare and Rarity were tending to the flowers, smelling them with delight but grossing out at the sight of the mud. Applejack, Canterlot cowgirl, and Sugar Coat, Crystal Prep's honest girl (a bit too honest, to some people), were picking up fallen branches. Indigo Zap and Rainbow Dash, Canterlot's sports girl and leader of the Rainbooms band, were racing with lawnmowers, cutting the grass as they raced.

Lemon, on the other hand, was raking leaves on the left side of the school, jamming to music on her headphones. She air guitarred with the rake as she listened to her favorite rock star, Elvis Presley.

Fluttershy was helping Lemon with the raking, but was more interested in helping the nearby animals in the trees. She was, at that moment, cuddling with the squirrels and the bunnies.

Then, not looking where she was going, Lemon had backed up many a feet until-

BUMP

Down went Lemon, tumbling over Fluttershy and landing on her butt next to her. The next thing she saw were the animals running about in fear.

"Oh, dear! I'm, I'm very sorry, miss!" Fluttershy said, her face filled with worry. She stood up, and offered Lemon a hand. Lemon took it and stood back up alongside her.

"Oh, it's all right!" Lemon replied, "just got a little too into the beat."

Fluttershy and Lemon then got back to raking the leaves, Lemon not noticing the lack of music in her ear as she talked with Fluttershy as she raked.

Aha! Her phones must have landed on the ground at that school!

Lemon quickly threw her shoes on, and ran out of her house, running as fast as her legs could run to get to Canterlot High and her headphones.