It's a beautiful day in Equestria, especially in 4/4 time. You leap out of your bed, feeling alive and full of energy. You quickly throw on your clothes and toss open the window as a swell of horns brings an enchanting melody to the soundtrack of your day.

"The sky is blue!" you sing. You gesture to the landscape. "And all the trees are green! This is the greatest world that I've ever seen! I think you'll know exactly what I mean, when I say 'That pony can't ruin my day!'"

The music swells down as you breath in a deep breath of air.

"Good Morning, World! I'm ready to take my life by the reins."

You hop down the stairs. Turn on a pot of coffee and waltz through your kitchen. Throwing open your refrigerator, you toss objects behind you, and via some form of Equestria song magic, a frying pan lands on a hot burner, two eggs crack into the pan and begin to sizzle, without any shell getting into them, and a glass of orange juice pours itself. You toss the egg shells, cap the carton of orange juice that didn't spill a drop, and flip the eggs to get that perfect over-easy style.

Then, there's three knocks at the door.

The music pauses and then a suspenseful bass melody begins to play.

"Is that knocking? Whoever could be knocking? Oh no, Couuuld it be who I think it is. Please don't be knocking. STOP that DREADED knocking. Can't this stupid shtick just have an EEEND!

A strong crescendo of strings enters your morning song as you raise your hands to the sky.

"I'm frustrateeeed! BY FETISH GUESSES! Why can't Flutters just leave me aloooone. I'm frustrateeeed! BY FETISH GUESSES! Won't she get the picture and just gooooo.

You sigh to yourself, shaking your head as the music lowers to a silence. Then a familiar tune begins to play

There's another knock at the door. You open the door.

"Anon?" calls out Fluttershy. "Do you wanna fuck a pooonyyy?"

You slam the door. (AN: Stop the music.)

"Fucking horse. I'm getting tired of your flowery sing-song bullshit."

And then you realized that songs are fucking terrible. Trying to spend an entire day like it was a musical was a horrible idea, but on the bright side, you have an awesome breakfast.

You head back to the stove, plate your food, grab your drink, and walk to the table. However, due to your hasty work this morning putting on your shoes while in song, you never tied your shoelaces. You feel the jerk against your foot, and fall to the ground, the glass and plate shattering across the floor.

"God fucking damnit," you mutter to yourself, resting your forehead against the floor.

Author's Notes:

I may not be able to restore the 3-4 other chapters that had musical copyrights pulled on them, and were asked by mods to be taken down, but I can make Repo, Cannibal the Musical, and Frozen references goddamnit.