DeepBass

Bass listened to the new pony, not even noticing Midsy exiting the cafe. He frowned slightly at the mention of a special somepony, but then the stallion grabbed Bass's attention. "Yeah, I'll be here tomorrow night. And yeah! That sounds awesome! Just give me a time and place, and I'll be there." Bass then waited for the barrista pony to come back over, and offered her a kind smile, speaking in the kind of polite tone that only a pony raised by an opera singer, and a jazz musician could muster. "Beg pardon, ma'am. I'm terribly sorry for my outburst over the tea, earlier. Is there any way I could trouble you for a fresh cup of coffee for myself, and my new friend, here?"

Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Name: Soft Treble Sex: Female Age: Young Mare Species: Unicorn Coat Color: Yellow Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Mane: Long, Icy Blue, with a white stripe down the middle. Tail: Mid length and styled similar to her mane. Eye Color: Steel Grey. Wears glasses, as well. Cutie Mark: Treble Clef with a rose running through it. Physique: Slender, and average height. Origin: .Fillydelphia Occupation: Aspiring singer, and waitress/bartender. Motivation: The solitary wish of one day, singing for the princesses. Likes: Mornings, Music, Loves her brother Deep Bass, Jazz, Opera, Rock, the soothing sounds of the Violin, or any other stringed instrument. Dislikes: Rock Concerts (Aside from her brother’s), Crowded places, When her brother gets hurt. Character Summary: History – Growing up as the daughter of two musicians can be hard. Especially when you’re always keeping your twin brother in check. As a young filly growing up in Fillydelphia, Soft Treble didn’t have too many friends. Despite being one of the more popular fillies in school, Treble never let it get to her head, and never really saw any of the other ponies as a true friend. Yes, the only true friend she had was her twin brother, Deep Bass. As foals, the two were inseparable, going everywhere, and doing nearly everything together. Even after Bass started going to the music school, Treble would walk with him to his school, then make her way to her own. After the two had gone through their schools, Treble and Bass had managed to save up enough bits to get an apartment together, and still live together to this day. Parents – Treble's father was a jazz musician named Nickel Strings, and his mother was an Opera singer, named Alto Soprano. As stated before, they were able to provide a privileged life for their foals. Cutie Mark Story – After her brother was enrolled in the Fillydelphia School for Musical Foals, Treble was left with no friends, and nopony to spend her days with, save for her mother. As the days went on, Treble would go with her mother to her performances, whenever she could, after school. One night, one of the soprano singers had to call in sick, and much to her mother’s argument, and disagreement, Treble took the place on stage, and filled the part beautifully, for being such a young filly. When the performance was over, she was informed by her mother that she had finally earned her cutie mark. It was by far the happiest day of her life. But why stop there? After discovering her special talent, she decided that she’d try to push her limit, by learning to play the Violin as well. Flaws – Overly self-critical, little self-confidence, overly caring, and sensitive. Personality – Sensitive, and timid, Treble is the opposite of the typical musician. Where most musicians are outgoing, and social, Treble is more of a “few good friends” pony. She would do anything to make her friends happy, as well as her brother.

[[Well, apparently, you haven't read the sequel to my fic yet. xD]] Bass looked back at Syd, and grinned. "Thanks. It's good to know that somepony appreciates my music. I just like to unwind with a nice glass of hot tea or coffee before my shows. Although this place doesn't carry the tea that I like, I HAD a cup of coffee..." Bass shot a glance at Midsy. "But what comes must also go. So, tell me. Is it always this... Crazy around here? Or did I just choose the wrong night to play Stalliongrad?"

[[Omg someone here read my fic. xD]] Bass looked at this "Syd" pony a bit confused. What in Equestria was he talking about. Though Vinyl Scratch was a cute mare, Bass had never even met her, yet here was some strange pony talking about him having settled down with her. And what concert was he talking about? "Um… hi. Are you sure you're talking to the right stallion? I've never even met Vinyl Scratch. I'm in Stalliongrad because I've got a small gig at a local club tonight... And how do you know my name?" Midsy pranced back to the counter, and sat back in her chair. "Sorry, Bass. She left."

So I woke up this morning and decided to txt my friend. I called him, and threw on a southern accent. The conversation went like this: Me: Hey, Denton. Him: Yo. Me: Yo, I need you to go back to your barracks, pack your seabag, and come back to the boat. We're gettin underway first thing in the mornin. Him: Alright, thanks. When he showed up to pick me up, he looks at me, and says "How did you know my chief had a southern accent?" "He does?!"

My mom just called me, while I was at Best Buy with my friend and told me she was pregnant again. I was immediately confused, since I know that my step dad had gotten a vasectomy just after my little brother was born 4 years ago. Then she proceeded to tell me that she was getting a divorce, and would have to move to Virginia so I could help her stay on her feet. I immediately began freaking out, since I have a hard enough time supporting myself on my meager paycheck. Then she proceeded to start laughing. Picture related. It was pretty much my reaction.

The Unicorn patted Bass on the back, and sat next to him. "You know, Bass, you really should stop being so.... Uhm... What's a good word to describe you, right now?" The mare tapped her chin, for a moment, pondering the word that could describe Bass's attitude at the moment. She found it slightly odd that her usually calm, and laid back best friend was being so fussy. Then, the word finally came to her. "Persnickety! That's what you're being, Bass! Hah! I told you I'd come up with the right word!" Bass raised an eyebrow at his newly arrived friend. "Uh... What? What does that even mean?" "Well.... It means you're being fussy. Is it because you have that show tonight, and you haven't written any new music since... you know... THAT happened?" Bass sighed, and rubbed his forehead. "You know full well why I haven't written anything, Midsy." "Yeah, I know, Bass. Say... that pegasus over there is kinda cute. Why don't you go ta- Huh? You say something, Bass?" Bass raised an eyebrow at Midsy, and shook his head. "Nope. Not a thing." "Hmmm.... Didn't think so." It would seem that the mysterious entity's attempt at a mind trick had no effect on the ditzy mare, what with her Pinkie Pie-esque demeanor. "Now, as I was saying, you should go talk to her, Bass." Bass shook his head. "Sorry, but no." Then, Midsy grinned mischeviously. "Fine. Then I will." And with that, Midsy pranced off toward the table with the other ponies, humming happily as she did so, not even giving Bass a moment to argue.

Bass was now sipping on his coffee, sitting silently, and tapping one hoof to the rhythm of an inaudible tune. He was beginning to space out, when out of nowhere, a high pitched shrill came from nowhere, causing Bass to nearly jump out of his skin. "HI, BASS!" Bass jumped a bit, spilling his nearly impossibly acquired coffee all over the counter, as the bubbly yellow unicorn suddenly appeared behind him. Once more, a loud thud could be heard throughout the cafe, as Bass slammed his head on the counter again, raising it, and looking back at his friend. "Darnit, Midsy! You have got to stop doing that! Do you know how hard it was for me to even get this coffee?" The yellow mare smiled, innocently. "Sorry, Bass. I didn't mean to scare you. It's just soooooo FUNNY!" This comment was met by an angry glare from the white pegasus.

Yeah, that's why it sucks being a Bass in a genre that's predominantly Tenor.

Meanwhile, across the cafe, the sound of a loud thud could be heard, as Deep Bass slammed his head on the table. He looked back up to the waiter pony, rubbing his forehead with his hoof, setting his amber aviators on the table, letting his silver-flecked, midnight blue eyes sparkle lightly in the dim lighting. "How could you be out of Black Tea? That's like... the most common kind of tea in the world." The waiter pony quickly apologized, and made a recommendation. "My apologies, sir... We've never really had much order for it. I could get you a nice glass of Trottingham Select tea, if you'd like." Bass groaned, and rolled his eyes. "No thanks. I'll just take a nice, hot glass of coffee... If you have it." The waiter pony nodded, and took off to fetch the coffee. It had been a while since Bass had been to Stalliongrad, and honestly, this visit was playing itself out to be his last. Bass looked over at his guitar case, which was leaning against the end of the booth, admiring the craftsmanship behind the case. It wasn't very often that Bass could find a decent case shaped to fit his V-shaped guitar AND didn't hinder his flight. Another thing that continuously caught his eye about the case was the material. It was a stunning matte black leather with a silver placement of his cutie mark on the body part of the case. Yeah, it was kind of easy to find things with a Bass Clef on them, but this one was hoof-made, and that's the only reason Bass came all the way to Stalliongrad to purchase it. Bass heard a small conversation on the other side of the cafe, and shot a glance over to a table filled with other ponies, observing each pony's appearance, all the while not being very stealthy about it.

Yeah, but then it doesn't sound right to me.

Well thank you. Now, if only I had the vocal range to put the appropriate lyrics to my own song.

And by "didn't have it in me," I meant I've been up since 6 this morning, and it's now 1 a.m.

I just didn't have it in me to do the hardcore vocals that I wanted to do. Instead, I slowed it down, and did a do-over of September. Last time I did it, I had a friend do it with me, and this version's a bit better, seeing as how I added some effects to the mix. http://soundcloud.com/deepbuckingbass/september-living-tombstone

Yeah, it's not happening. I just tried, and didn't make it past the verse.

That is if I can turn off my UKF Dubstep collection long enough to get it done.

I do.

I'm actually about to do a oneshot of Nightmare night.

Yep.

How is this not approved yet.

I finally did my vocal cover of "Octavia's Overture" by The Living Tombstone. Please give me some constructive criticism. http://soundcloud.com/deepbuckingbass/octavias-overture-living