Prologue: Reverb

It was a bright, sunny morning in the city of Phillydelphia, and the birds were chirping. It was truly a beautiful day. Just the night before, Lunar Black and his band, Fasthor5, had played a killer show at the theater. Almost everypony had been there to watch Lunar Black's incredible stage presence, and hear all their favorite rock tracks, including the band's number one hit, "Blue-Eyed Mare," A slow rock ballad that Lunar Black himself wrote about a mare who broke his heart. The band was also well known for their post-concert parties, and even more so for Lunar Black's party antics, which normally ended in him taking home at least one mare every night.

Pain. The kind, one can not simply sleep off. The white pegasus pressed his forehooves to his forehead with a pained grunt. "Ugh, my head... What the hay happened last night." He rolled over to his right side, to look at his clock, only for his vision to be obstructed by a sleeping mare. He pressed his left forehoof to the matress while using his right foreleg to help him gain some altitude to see past the sleeping mare. As he looked at the clock, he groaned, and angled himself back to the left, falling back onto his back, and rubbing his head again. "Dammit... Already noon."

About thirty minutes later, the pegasus managed to pull himself out of bed, and walk downstairs, where he saw the all too familiar gold-furred unicorn preparing lunch. "Ah, so the famous 'Lunar Black' finally decided to grace this humble filly with his presence," she said with a somewhat sarcastic quality to her tone.

"Oh, can it, Treble," he spoke with a tired voice, reaching for his signature amber-colored aviators, which he had left on the counter, and slowly placing them over his eyes. "So what's my 'beloved' sister cooking up for me, today?"

"Well, Mr. Bass,  today's chef's special consists of a ham, cheese, and tomato sandwich, with a glass of cherry soda," she joked, with a mildly comedic voice.

"Sweet," Deep Bass answered, anxiously. "I think I'll take one of those."

Soft Treble looked at her brother, with a sly grin. "Oh, sorry. Kitchen's closed," She said, using her magic to move the plate and glass to the table, promptly taking a seat. "Looks like Mr. Rockstar is going to have to learn to fend for himself."

Bass rolled his eyes under his glasses, and walked toward the refrigerator, and reached in, grabbing an apple, and walking toward the table, sitting opposite his sister. "Gee, thanks, sis. So, what do you have planned for today?"

Treble sighed, and swallowed her bite of her sandwich. "Well, I assume the same thing I do every day. I'm probably going to spend all day cleaning up the house after your little post-show 'get-together' last night, then I'll probably have to go restock the refrigerator. Same reason. Then when she finally wakes up, I'll probably tell that poor filly upstairs that you'll be home later, and give her the usual fake phone number to 'call you' just like I do every afternoon. Then I'll probably go to bed early so I'll be well rested to do it all again tomorrow."

Bass took a bite from his apple, and shot a glare at his sister. "Y'know, you make it sound like I'm nothing more than a burden to you, dear sister. You know, if you want, I could just put the house in your name, and you can pay the bills. I'm sure Rythm wouldn't mind letting me stay with her."

Treble sighed. "Oh, so you can seduce that sweet little angel with your 'rockstar charm,' use her until you grow bored with her, and then leave her a sad, broken-hearted mess just like every other mare you bring home? I think not. She's too nice for me to let you do that to her."

Bass swallowed one last time, and tossed the apple core into the waste basket. "You make it sound like I'm a bad person, Treble."

Treble's face turned that of a serious look. "Well, Bass, with all the alcohol, partying, sex, and those herbs I've seen you smoking, I'm finding it hard to distinguish where Lunar Black ends, and where Deep Bass begins." Upon finishing the statement, tears began to build in the unicorn's eyes. "I almost feel as though I'm on the verge of losing my only brother, and believe me, that's the last thing I want. You're heading down a road to destruction, Bass. I'd hate to see you end up like Dad."

Bass slowly pushed his chair back with his forehooves, and stood, walking over to his sister, wiping a tear from her cheek, and planted a soft kiss on Treble's forehead, careful to avoid her horn. He looked her in the eyes, a tear rolling down his own cheek now. "I'm sorry, Treble... But I promise that I won't be like Dad. You know me better than that." And on that note, he smiled at his sister, and walked out the door.

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