Archer hit the joystick in frustration. Once again she had lost and now she was out of bits. To make matters worse her friend High Score wasn't there so she couldn't even stay a little around so she decided to just leave the arcades area.

"Scoots! Scootaloo!"

She didn´t turned around. That wasn´t her name after all.

"Hey Scootaloo!"

Go away.

But the filly didn´t leave and put a hoof on her shoulder, forcing her to turn.

"Hey Scoots, ah´ve been calling yah- oh, yah ain´t Scoots!"

"No. My name is Archer."

"Oh." Archer frowned at Apple Bloom who just didn´t got the hint. "Well ah was looking fer Scoots to try out getting ponyville gladiators Cutie Marks. Hey, wanna go try with us?"

"Why would I? i already got my Cutie Mark last year." she said pointing at the bow and arrow on her flank.

"Oh okay. Well see yah later...umh."

"ARCHER!"

"yeah that, see yah!"

Archer stomped her hoof in frustration. They were classmates for a whole year, how come she never remembers her name.

"Hehe boy howdy..."

Archer turned around to confront the laughing mare. A yellow mare that was playing a fiddle a minute ago.

"What´s so funny?"

"Calm down, little apple. I ain´t mocking you, just laugh at the coincidences."

"Coincidences?"

The mare lifted her hat, never once opening her eyes.

"You know how many ponies have that same Cutie Mark there?"

Archer looked again at her bow, this time not so furious. "A...few, I guess?"

"More than a few. You couldn´t shake a stick in Baltimare among all them ponies with arrows in their flanks. Most of them stallions."

Archer sighed, she was sick of Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon "tomboy" jokes.

"And when you are a pony musician it ain´t much variety in Cutie Marks. Yah stick with whatever instrument you play or one of these notes."

"...so what do you do when somepony mistakes you for another?"

"Can´t help you there. All I can tell you if I took a punch for everypony who mistakes me for that fancy pony from Canterlot why hooves will be sore red."

Archer giggled, glad to see she wasn´t the only one with a temper.

"All I´m saying if that you shouldn´t hold a grudge against that filly. She made an honest mistake."

"Yeah well she always makes that honest mistake. She never remembers me. I even changed classes and she barely noticed. None of them did!" Archer stomped her hooves again, this time genuinly hurt. "I just want once, ONCE, they call me for my real name!"

Fiddlesticks said nothing, she kept her eyes closed and waited for the filly to wipe the tears she won´t admit were there.

"I don´t know anything about that, little apple. I just know to play this fiddle here. I may not be cut for the big city, the recitals and all that; but if the town is holding a party of if the Apples need a back-up then I would be there...among friends."

FiddleSticks took her instrument and began playing a soft tune. Archer looked at her and wondered how could she be so calm and collected. It was like if nothing bothered her. Archer blushed, suddenly feeling like a little foal.

"Archer!"

She turned around and saw a green filly unicorn waving at her form down the street.

"Umh miss...my friend is calling me."

"Of course she is."

Archer smiled, proud of understanding the lesson even when her teacher said nothing. "Coming, Sun Glimmer!"

Fiddlestick smiled and kept playing her tune, slowly changing the pacing to one more optimistic. A sudden gust of wind made her hat bend to the right.

"Hello Raindrops. How was the Wonderbolts camp?"

"It was awesome!" yelled the enthusiastic mare. "Wanna hear about it?"

"Always my friend."

"Okay so first day we put all in line and Cloudchaser was already there and also Thunderlane and then..."

Fiddlesticks smiled and adjusted her hat. Her friend kept rambling about her camp experince while she fixed her instruments.

just another day in another corner of Ponyville.