SE Ch. 1: Idle Chatter

Treble had returned home around 10 AM, placing the groceries on the table as she walked in, and immediately began to organize them in their proper places. Her horn glowed yellow as she magically tossed a record onto the record player, and dropped the needle onto it. The music began to play, as she sang along, while organizing the groceries. 

After a few minutes, she had finished, and turned her sights to the trashed living room, and she groaned. "I swear, Bass must hate the living room or something. His room never gets this messy." She then rolled her eyes, as she started cleaning the living room, singing along with her favorite record as she did so. Treble was indeed a musical pony, but not in the way her brother was. She was never much of a performer, but she loved to sing, and had even learned to play guitar. But not by magic, like most unicorns. No, she learned how to play guitar just like her dad and brother did. It was almost unheard of in the music world. A unicorn playing an instrument by hoof? Sure, Treble could easily play using her magic, but where was the challenge in that? When she played by magic, her creations shined about as bright as an old glow stick, in her own mind, simply because she was doing the same thing as everypony else. Yes, Treble was the epitome of the average pony. Everything from her "road less travelled" attitude, right down to her love life, which was mostly because she didn't have one. 

About 45 minutes later, she sat, eating the sandwich that she had prepared herself for lunch, as she recollected the events that had molded her. As a little filly, she was always so shy, as was her brother. They were absolutely inseparable. They did just about everything together. The would play together every day. They were as close as a brother and sister could be. Then they started school, and Treble watched, as Bass was teased to no end. They would pick on him, using any small insecurity they could find. They called him names because of his eyes. They called him a ghost, or a little monster. The fact that he was rather small for a colt, and hadn't learned to fly yet didn't help either. Treble could still remember one day, when she tried to comfort him. She hugged him, and through his tears, he managed to say to his sister "One day, I'm gonna be the coolest pony in the world. Then they'll be sorry. They'll all be sorry."

Treble was then snapped away from her thoughts by the sound of hoofsteps on the wooden floor. She looked up, and saw her brother putting on his signature amber aviators, and smiled. 

A few hours later, Bass had left for practice, then his show. Treble had never actually been to a Fasthor5 concert, mostly because she never had time... Not that she would want to go anyways. It's not that she didn't like their music, but for the sole reason that she normally spent her evenings writing to her friend, in Ponyville. As she sipped at her glass of Grey Pegasus, she read the letter to herself.

"Dear Princess Cel- Soft Treble (Sorry. Habit.):

Today was rather uneventful. My friend, Rainbow Dash nearly killed herself doing one of her insane stunts… again. She was trying to do a septuple barrel-something-or-other, and smacked into one of Applejack's trees. I hate to say it, but that was just about the high point of my day. Well, also, my other friend, Pinkie Pie decided to get too close to my friend, Rarity's cat, Opal, with her 'Party Cannon,' and Opal jumped up, and scratched Rarity's face up. I guess today is Do-Something-Stupid Day. Oh well, my friends are still one of a kind, and I wouldn't trade them for the world. 

So, how are things with you? I've been hearing a lot about your brother on the radio. You must be so proud of him. Everypony in all Equestria knows who Lunar Black is.

Oh, and speaking of love and affection, how's your love life been going? I want all the details when you find that special Stallion. In fact, I may have to come out there to meet him. It would be nice to take a vacation, anyways. Well, I expect to hear back from you.

Sincerely,

Twilight Sparkle."

Treble always got a kick out of reading Twilight's letters, and listening to the stories of Twilight's friends doing such fun (or in this case, stupid) things. But the one part she hated was when Twilight talked about "That Special Stallion." She didn't like it one bit. Mostly because she was starting to get another feeling from Twilight's letters.

Now, about halfway through her glass, she turned the radio on. As usual, the local rock station was covering the Fasthor5 show. It was nice, because Treble could listen to the show, without a bunch of young mares, and teenage fillies jumping around, and screaming in her ear. The downside, however, was that she didn't get to see her brother's stage presence she'd heard so much about. She had always known her brother to get excited over his music. One day, when he had first formed his band, Treble had asked Bass if he could go watch them practice, and he practically glowed with excitement.

"Ah, the good old days," she thought to herself, as she leaned back on the couch, sipping her Vodka, which she had mixed with a half glass of ginger beer, deciding that she was going to try to be a "bad filly." She sank into the couch, listening to the broadcaster rant about rumors about the show, and interview random ponies from the crowd.

"Alright, this is Rock Talker from K-PNY, the Boulder, and we're here with a pony who came here all the way from Ponyville to see this show. Tell us how you're feelin' tonight!"

"It's gonna be so AWESOME!" The mare on the radio sounded absolutely giddy, which made Treble giggle ever so slightly.

"That sounds pretty rad. Anypony you'd like to send a shout out to back in Ponyville… Rainbow, was it?"

"Definitely, Rock! I wanna say hey to all my friends back in Ponyville! AJ, Rarity,  Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and Egghead!"

"Well, that's awesome. Well the show's gonna start soon, so before that, we're gonna treat you to some new rock! This one's 'Misery Business' by the up and coming band, Paramare, whose lead singer goes by Silver Sky! And let me tell you, she's got a killer set of pipes, and the looks to match. Paramare. 'Misery Business.'"

Treble sat patiently, and listened to the song, picking out every little flaw in the music. From the guitars being a hair out of tune to the drums being one forty-eight of a beat of tempo. She always did this, and would continue to do so up to half way through the song, when she realized that she was in no place to judge, when she had never even submitted a demo to a record company.

When the song ended, and the jockey came back on, Treble went out of critic mode.

"Alright, Rock Talker back with the Fasthor5 show. The band is coming on stage, now, and-" Treble giggled, as the crowd began to roar, and drowned out the incompetent radio host. She smiled, as she heard Bass's voice, as he talked to the audience. Of course, she could hear the slight quality of a tipsy pony in his voice, but that was the case for every show she had listened to. Then the band erupted into their first song, which was Treble's favorite, "Ghost Town."

She sat, and bobbed her head to the track, as it went, and sang the parts that Rythm was singing at the show. She liked to sing along to her brother's songs, because she felt like she was there. Although, when she would snap back to reality, she would realize that it was just an unfulfilled dream. She'd never get to play with her brother, and she knew it.

"Alright, ponies, I know you liked that track. Now le-" The crowd drowned him out once again, and Bass started talking. Treble became slightly concerned, as she heard the slurring in her brother's voice. Due to the fact that she absolutely hated to hear him like that, she changed the station, landing the dial perfectly on the smooth jazz station. "Now this, I like!" Treble then sank back into the couch, and sipped down the rest of her concoction, and drifting into a calm sleep… for the moment. Next Chapter: Chapter 2: Harsh Notes Estimated time remaining: 5 Minutes