In the Beginning

"So. We were Attack on Mango. That was our show." An awkward silence fills the dingy, Ponyville rock club. The band on stage doesn't seem to get the hint as the crowd looks around, waiting for something. It's only when someone asks "So, who's on next?" that they get the hint to get off stage, and out of the club. Of the four, only the bassist appears happy with the performance. The other three members of the band hang their heads in shame was they pack up their stuff, and head out the door. The bassist is far more interested in the 50 bits he's handed by one of the club staff. "God. We fucking sucked up there." The band's lead guitarist/vocalist, Roy groans as the band exits into a cool fall night. "It's because you fucked up the intro to 'Little Grabby Dino Hand', dumbass." Juno responds, rolling his eyes. Asuka stays silent in the back of the group, allowing a silence to settle in. This is broken after Nar finished counting all the money he was given. "Yo guys! We got 50 bits from that show!" Roy huffs in response. 50 bits WAS a lot of money for a band fresh out of high school, but it's nowhere near what he expected they'd make after having a few gigs under their belt. "What. You gonna spend it all on cheese?" Asuka half-jokes from the back. Nar, still completely oblivious his bandmate's quite obvious depressed mood, responds gleefully. "Nah. I was gonna buy some pizza and root beer." "Ahg!" Nar's gait crumples slightly after he's kicked in the back of the knee by Asuka. Before he can ask why she did it, she gives him an answer. "Read the mood, moron." This finally forces Nar to acknowledged his bandmates and their depression, but it does little to sour his mood. "C'mon Asauka! It wasn't that bad!" Deadpan, Roy responds, while staring blankly forward. "Yes Nar. It was." At this, Asuka shrugs. "We could move to Appeloosa. Pretty sure we'd be the only band in town down there." Roy then shakes his head. "Hell no. I'm not moving to some sucky backwater town, just because we suck." Juno then speaks up. "Yeah. Besides, we agreed we'd play at 'La Phantom' sometime." At this, Roy sighs, placing his head in his hands. "We should give up on playing at La Phantom. It's a pipe dream at this point." Roy is slowly brought back to his senses by Nar, waving a few bits in front of his face. "C'mon Roy. It was one bad show! All we have to do is get a bit more practice in before the next one! And you know what helps with practice?" "Don't fucking say roo-" "Root beer!" "Nar." "I'm going to kick you in the balls, so fucking hard."