Epilogue: Resonance

It was a snowy night in Phillydelphia, and everypony was in their houses sitting next to the fire, to keep warm. All except for a lone flower vendor, who was just about to close up shop. He was just about to set the sign to say the shop was closed, when a mysterious pony in a hooded jacket trotted in, and shook off the snow.

"Oh, good evening. How can I help you?"

The stallion spoke softly. "A dozen of your finest roses, please."

"Oh, yes sir. 30 bits."

The stallion produced a small pouch of coins from under his wing, and set it on the counter. "Keep the change." The pony then took the flowers in his mouth, and walked out of the shop. The shopkeeper looked suspiciously at the hooded stallion, as he stretched a pair of long, white wings out from under the jacket, and took flight.

The pony soared through the winter night, and landed softly in the center of a cemetery, walking up to a gravestone, and setting the roses in front of it. Then he reached up, and pulled his hood back, revealing deep blue eyes, white fur, and a straight black mane. He then reached into his jacket, and pulled out a picture, setting it softly next to the roses. The picture was of Fasthor5's first show. The pony then lifted off again, flying into the distance. He flew as fast as he could through the snow, taking care to maintain a decent altitude, as to avoid any collisions with any trees. He continued flying until he saw the lights of Ponyville, and then slowly landed, walking the rest of the way. As he carried on through the light snow, a few of the townsfolk who were out going about there business greeted him. It was nice to finally be a normal pony. A huge difference compared to his old lifestyle. The stallion continued until he reached the outskirts of the town, saw a small house with the lights on, and smoke rising from the chimney. He smiled as he saw a small white horned head with a short black and blue mane poke up and look out the window, followed by another small white head with a blue mane with black stripes. As he got closer, he saw the two foals in the window smile, and disappear, then the door swung open, two white foals ran out to greet him, both simultaneously shouting "Daddy!" The two foals wrapped themselves around his legs, giggling. The Pegasus leaned down, and planted a kiss on each one's forehead. "Come on, you two. Let's go back inside before you two catch a cold." He then leaned his head down, scooping the two foals up one at a time, and spread his wings, setting them each on a wing, and strolled inside.

"Welcome home, dear," the white unicorn mare exclaimed as the three of them came into the house. "I tried to put them to bed, but they insisted on waiting for you to come home."

The Pegasus smiled. "They're stubborn like their mother, Vi."

"No, Bass. They definitely get that from you." She kissed Bass softly, and smiled. "Come on, guys. Time for bed."

The Pegasus filly yawned, and nodded. "Okay Mommy."

The unicorn filly smiled at her father. "Good night, Daddy."

Bass smiled at the foals. "Good night, Dante. Good night Allegra. Daddy will see you in the morning." Then he watched as Vinyl led the two sleepy foals off to bed, smiling. He knew that his rock star years were over, but it didn't matter. He had found a new song to sing. A new beat to jam to. He was a proud father, and nothing could change that.

It had been about six years since the legendary concert in Steedston, and Bow to Beauty hadn't played since. Silver Sky's career was ruined once the video of the show hit the shelves. In fact, her set had been entirely erased from the live album of the show, disentitling her from any royalties of the sales. The album had sold millions copies, and the show had been labeled the greatest rock concert of all time, and Bass hadn't spent a single bit of the sales profits. No, he and Vinyl had tucked all the bits away for their new investment, and it was indeed a great investment. In the mean time, Bass had taken a job as music teacher, and choir director at the local school (a job the school was more than happy to give him), and Vinyl spent the days taking care of the foals.

The next morning, Bass and Vinyl awoke to the two foals laying between them. "Mommy, Daddy! We have company!" The little filly's voice was full of excitement as her ruby eyes shone with happiness.

Bass rolled over, and crawled out of bed, walking to the door. As he walked into the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee hit him, and at the dining room table, he spotted two mares. One yellow, and the other, grey. "Ah, good morning, ladies."

Treble turned her head to look at her brother. "Ah, good morning, Mr. Bass. I trust you slept well."

Bass chuckled lightly. "Don't I always, sis?"

Octavia looked at Bass, and giggled. "You and your sister are so alike that it isn't even funny."

Treble glanced at Octavia. "Oh, hush, Ms. Bright-And-Early. I told you, I'm not a morning pony."

Octavia laughed. "You're not an any-time-of-day pony."

Bass laughed at the conversation. "I still remember when you two used to hate each other."

Octavia smiled. "Ah, yes. Back in the glory days."

Treble sighed dreamily. "Ah yes, the glory days. Speaking of which, how's your friend, Speed?"

"Well, he and Lacy are doing well. I honestly can't believe they've been dating all this time."

Then Vinyl strolled into the kitchen, the two foals in tow. "Well, good morning, Tavi. And you too, Treble."

Treble rose from the table, and walked over to the two foals, leaning down to them. "Good morning, my little ponies! I trust you've been good for Mommy and Daddy."

Vinyl giggled softly. "They're little angels, Treb."

Treble smiled at Vinyl. "And good morning to you too, dear. I trust things have been going well?"

"Oh, beautifully, Treble. After all, motherhood is a gift in and of itself."

Octavia smiled at her long time friend. "Indeed, and it looks as though it's done wonders for you, V."

"Why thank you, Tavi. It's good to see you again."

Treble and Octavia had decided to continue pursuing their musical careers, performing together, and forming a new band. The band had recorded four albums, and played two world tours. The two had gotten married in Phillydelphia, causing tons of controversy, which led to more publicity, which in turn led to more and more album sales.

Bass smiled at the two foals. "Alright, angels, it's time for you two to go to school."

The two fillies frowned. "Do we have to, Daddy?" The Pegasus filly looked up at Bass with begging eyes.

Bass chuckled softly. "Of course you do. Aunt Treble will be here when you get back."

The unicorn filly looked at Treble. "Promise?"

Treble laughed, and kissed the filly on the top of her head. "Promise."

The two young fillies walked toward the door, Vinyl following closely behind, and Danta, the pegasus looked back. "Bye, Aunt Treble. Bye, Aunt Tavi."

The two mares waved a hoof at the fillies, Octavia smiling. "Be good."

Allegra, the unicorn smiled widely. "We will." Then Vinyl opened the door, and the three of them left.

Treble turned to Bass. "They're such little angels, Bass."

"Yep. I wouldn't trade them for the world." Bass smiled, as he looked at the window, and saw the small Pegasus bouncing around her sister playfully, flapping her wings, trying to fly.

"Bass, we came over to make you a proposal." Octavia turned to a serious look.

Bass raised an eyebrow. "I'm listening."

Octavia couldn't bring herself to ask the question, so she nudged Treble, who squeaked and glared at the mare. "Well, we've been working on a song, and well… it's missing something. It's missing that Deep Bass touch to it."

"So you're asking me to record a part for the track?"

Octavia spoke up again. "In short, yes. We didn't know who else to turn to."

Bass looked at the two pleading mares. "I'll have to talk to Vinyl, first."

"We already did. She said she supports what ever you choose." Treble nodded.

Bass looked around the room at the few pictures of the foals. "Fine… one song."

"That's all we need."

See how beautiful things could've been? Unfortunately, this is not the case.

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Okay. Here's the sappy epilogue again, with a plothole filler at the end. I decided to repost this as a fanservice. Enjoy.