Chapter 3: White Sparrows

It had been three days since Rythm's funeral, and Bass had finally gathered up the nerve to accept his portion of Rythm's will, which included all the songs she had written, all the recordings she had made, and even her diary. Nopony had truly known the talents of the drummer the world had come to know as Sik Beatz. Not even her own bandmates knew. And as the white pegasus stallion sat on the same couch on which he held her during her tragic passing, and read through her diary as he listened to the recordings, a tear came to his eye. The tears began flowing when he came across an entry from when they were just foals in music school.

"Dear diary, that charming white pegasus smiled at me, today, during Music Class. I think his name is Deep Bass. I heard him sing today, and he's got one of the most beautiful voices I've ever heard. I think I'll write him a note, tonight." Then he turned the page, the next entry making the tears flow harder. "Dear diary, He spoke to me today, and I nearly melted. Thank goodness I didn't, or I'd have been so embarrassed. He said he wanted to hang out! EEEEE! I can't wait!"

He raised one of his forehooves, and wiped a tear from his eye, smiling. "And that was our first kiss." He then continued on to the last page with text, and his heart dropped. This entry wasn't written in the same style as the previous entries, and he noticed that there were tears staining the page.

"Well, the Deep Bass I fell in love with is dead, and with Celestia as my witness, I'm going to be with him. I broke out the whiskey Bass gave me for my birthday, and the sleeping pills Doc gave me during our last tour. It's funny, isn't it? When we love somepony that much that we can't think to live without them. If only he knew. I'll be seeing him soon. Well, diary. This is goodbye. And Bass, I know you'll be reading this after I die, and I want you to know that I'd never love anypony else quite as much as I loved you. I know you're good at finding meaning in things. In fact, I know you wrote 'Blue-eyed Mare' about me, so I know you're good at finding meaning. I want you to read my songs. I bet you'll figure out what they mean. But when you do, it'll already be too late. Goodbye, my love. I know that soon, the white sparrows will come to take me home."

With that, he took the diary, and stuffed it in the box with all her songs, and recordings, and flew home.

"You're leaving! But... Why?!" The golden unicorn was yelling. "You've got a home, here. You've got adoring fans, here, who would do anything you asked. You're Lunar Black, the world famous rock pony!"

Bass simply shook his head, grabbing his things, and carrying them to the door. "No, I'm not, Treble. Lunar Black died with Sik Beatz. I need to get away from all this. If I keep living like this, it's going to kill me, Treble. I just need a place to be Deep Bass for a while. I've already bought a place in a little town to the North."

The unicorn cried at what her brother was saying. "I'm so happy to hear that, Bass... but at least tell me where you're going."

Deep Bass turned to his sister, and smiled a reassuring smile, "A little town called Ponyville. I hear it's the best place to get away. Rythm's family took her there for vacation one year while she was in school."

Treble nodded. "Just promise me you'll be safe."

"Like a fortress, Sis." He smiled, and hugged his sister, wrapping his wings around her, then he began carrying his things out to the mover's carriage that was waiting for him.

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