The Apple family was loud and numerous, dozens of ponies stomping and shouting at full force. Octavia took another sip of cider and rubbed her forehead, thankful she remembered to buy a hat before coming to the farm.

"What´s the matter, Octi? Not liking the apple fritters?" Applejack said, slapping her back.

"Not at all, they´re lovely. And my name is Octavia," she replied.

"Well, need anymore cider?"

"Still on my second cup."

"Enjoy then, warm cider is an acquired taste. Say, is your pal all right there?"

Octavia turned right to see Vinyl Scratch snoring on the table. She gave her a strong kick and the unicorn woke up

"Waaaa..."

"She is doing fine," Octavia said.

"Just like your partner Fiddlesticks there at the stage. She is rubbing those strings like a dog licking her fleas out!" Octavia didn´t quite get Applejack´s joke but she still smiled. "Well if you two excuse me, I better go back to the squares! Yee-haw!"

"Oh Celestia, what time is it?" Vinyl asked, finally coming back to her senses.

"Ten in the morning," Octavia answered.

"Still too early. Did I miss breakfast?"

"Technically we´re still having it."

Vinyl hit her head against the table." Oh Celestia, how can Sticky deal with this?"

"Growing up in a farm makes you sturdy I suppose. And please, stop giving us nicknames like that," Octavia said.

"Why? They´re cute."

"They´re childish."

"You´re childish..."

Octavia ignored the witty remark and went back to her cider. Applejack was right, she was getting used to it.

"Hey, can I have a drink?" Vinyl asked.

Octavia moved a cup that was already on the table and Vinyl took it, not even asking if it was from some other pony. Octavia watched at her fellow earth pony musician smiling as she played the fiddle and smiled too.

****

The Canterlot Opera House was quiet and crowded, dozens of ponies sitting in perfectly aligned rows, their expressions severe and cold as they watched the orquesta do their performance in the hall. Fiddlesticks struggled on her seat, fighting against her bowtie.

"What´s the matter?" Vinyl asked her.

"This thing is strangling me. How can Octavia wear one all day? It feels weird and looks funny," she complained.

"It looks cool on her," Vinyl replied. She noticed a couple watching her from a couple seats at her right, whispering and pointing. She blushed and tried to cover her eyes with her glasses, forgetting she wasn´t wearing them. They didn´t match her dress.

"You okay?" Fiddlesticks asked her.

"Wish they stop looking at my eyes. Makes me feel weird, like there´s something wrong with them."

"There´s nothing wrong with your eyes. They´re a lovely cherry-red."

"They´re not cherry, they´re magenta," Vinyl pouted.

Fiddlesticks giggled but then an elderly couple ordered them to be quiet. Both mares blushed and kept quiet. As the play continued and the emotions in the music kept raising, they moved their hooves closer, never losing sight of Octavia and the passionate way she played. They watched her play, holding tight her hooves together as the music reached the crescendo.

*****

The nightclub was colorful and shaky, dozens of ponies jumping up and down at the rhythm of the music, making tables and lamps tremble. Fiddlesticks took a sip of a purple colored drink and stuck her tongue out, she had no idea what was in that drink she was sure it wasn't grape like the bartender told her.

"Can you believe it? Can you believe I just ran into Photo Finish?" Octavia said.

"What?" Fiddlesticks yelled.

"I said, can you beleive Photo Finish is in this club, this night precisely," Octavia said, louder.

"Who´s Photo Finish again?"

"How can you not know who Photo Finish is? She´s the most famous earth pony in Canterlot, even more than Sapphire Shores. She puts ponies in the spotlight!"

"Sorry sugarcube, I never look at the lights on stage."

Octavia laughed while Fiddlesticks wondered why there was a tiny umbrella on her drink. She watched at the stage where Vinyl Scratch was hitting the console and shaking her head up and down. She then waved at them and both mares waved back.

"Can she even see us with this smoke?" Fiddlesticks asked.

"Oh yeah, she can. She can see just fine with those glasses on," Octavia said.

Fiddlesticks smiled and gave another try at the drink. She still didn´t like it but kept quiet. Back at the dancing floor, Vinyl raised her hooves high and the entire audience repeated her move, waving her arms left to right as the DJ ordered.

***

Their house in the outskirts in Canterlot was quiet. Very quiet.

The three mares were sharing a couch in the front yard. All of them wrapped in one single blanket. They watched as the Princesses painted the sky, making the stars disappear and the sun rise.

They didn´t said a word, they just hold together tight and watched the sun rise.