DeepBass

((OOC: I'm gonna have fun with this one. Midsy's my musical Pinkie Pie, and I'm gonna show that.)) Name : Mid Wobble, but call me Midsy Gender : Mare Gender preference (Optional) : Um... either or. Location : Fillydelphia! Woohoo! Age : Young Mare Species : Unicorn Species preference (Optional) : Don't care! As long as they aren't grumpy. Cutie-Mark (Optional) : Synth Track! I'm a music pony, so it makes sense, right? How would you describe yourself, physically? Well, I guess you could say I'm fit. I tend to burn a lot of calories from being so energetic all the time, and partying all the time, but hey. Music makes ponies dance, and dancing makes ponies smile, and ponies smiling makes me smile, and when I smile, I'm happy, so I guess smiling makes me pretty! Hehe. How would you describe your personality? Well...... my friend Bass says I'm really energetic, and happy all the time. I'm not much of a pony to judge myself, now am I? No, I've been told that I have too much energy, and that I'm always smiling, so I guess that's a good thing. I don't really know. What things in life are important to you? Music, smiles, dancing, happiness, candy, sugary drinks, coffee, lots of coffee, cake, candy, coffee, soda, sugar, coffee, and my best friend, Bass! What's your idea of the ideal first date? Somewhere where I can dance my flank off! WOOHOO! What are you looking for? Somepony who can match my level of energy, and keep up with me. Also, somepony who isn't afraid to smile. And isn't a grouch. Grouch rhymes with couch... couch rhymes with slouch... I guess if you always slouch on a couch, you end up being a grouch! I definitely don't want somepony who slouches on couches. No way. Anything else you think we should know? We? There's only one of you! Wow... For a mysterious piece of paper, you sure are nosy, aren't you?____________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________________________

Well, there was a fic where Twilight Sparkle became the new nightmare moon, and they called her Nightmare Flare... Idk why, but it worked. But also, this.

Well, this seems like the kind of thing my character Mid Wobble would do. She likes to see ponies smiling because of her music, so can count her in.

Bass took a mental note at Beat's handling of Midsy's attitude, and thought to himself for a second, then was cut short in his thoughts by Beat's voice. "Alright guys, put your hooves in. On three! To the band!" Bass, being the calm and collected type, usually, pressed his hoof to Beat's, and was quickly followed by two more hooves from a smiling pale yellow mare. "Yeah! To the band!"

Fun fact: This character's name roughly translates to "Hanson, you've got 30 minutes to get dressed before Muster." True statement.

Well, I've been really bored, and decided to do something productive with my time. So, I decided to get to work on a song that I've had lyrics written for for a long time. So far, all I have is the intro, which was inspired by "7 Days to The Wolves" by Nightwish. I'm rendering the intro as a teaser right now, and will hopefully have it posted soon.

Bass smiled at Midsy as Beat smiled, and chuckled. "Well I'm not going anywhere just yet! I was gonna stop home and catch up with my parents first. Plus we don't have to leave Filly straight away either. I've got nowhere else to be, so it's up to you guys. But if or when we leave, you'd totally be welcome to join us, Midsy." At this point, not even Bass was expecting Midsy's next plan of action, and he jerked back as the yellow mare began bouncing up and down. "WOOHOO! YESYESYESYESYESYESYES!" After recovering from the shock of the unexpected, Bass raised a hoof to Beat, and grinned. "Well, Beat, it looks like you've got yourself a bassist, vocalist, and a keyboard...ist?"

I kinda have to rewrite the lyrics because they're not exactly G-rated. The original lyrics were featured in my 3rd fic, which also isn't exactly g-rated. And the song itself is part of a project that I started with the same fic. I was (and still am) going to write an original track that exhibits the tone of each chapter.

And how would I go about exporting that midi?

No, but I did recently learn how to divide by zero. And in doing so, I've gained the ability to bend reality

Bass raised an eyebrow, as he saw the pony cringe, and begin speaking again. "Ooh... uh... that's awkward... that's kinda what I did, heh... I only just stopped back in town to visit my folks. I saw the store here and thought it might be good to pick up a few records while I'm at it. I was... kind of planning on leaving town soon. But uh... certain opportunities have come up that might have persuaded me to stick around for a while. I heard through the grapevine that a bassist was looking for a band. I myself was in that same predicament. Figured I might seek him out." Bass opened his mouth to speak, only to be beaten to the punch by his friend. "You mean Bass? He's been looking for a band for like... Ever!" After a second, she gasped. "NO! You're not gonna take my best friend ever away, are you?! Can you take me, too? We're a package deal, you know." Bass let off an awkward smile. "She is a pretty musical mare. I don't know where I'd be without her."

Sweet.

Seriously, how is it possible that I got the first character here with a Bass Clef cutie mark? Am I really that lucky?

Well, I've got an instrumental track that you can sample. http://m.soundcloud.com/deepbuckingbass/cut-by-a-sharp-note

Nonsense. This site is full of great people who do great things. *nod*

Bass simply stood back, and watched, as Midsy went off on her (more than likely) coffee-and-candy-induced rant, and began scratching his chin in thought once more, as the red pony spoke again. "Oh, good to meet you then Midsy. I'm Thunder Beat. Everyone just calls me Beat for short." Now, Bass was starting to wonder where he had heard that name before. To be honest, it was the second thing on his mind. Any moment, now, Bass was expecting Midsy to start bouncing around, singing something along the lines of "I made a new friend today." It didn't bother him, but he was sure that it would've been kind of awkward for Beat, and that's bad for business. Now, what Bass wasn't expecting was what actually happened. The pony shouted, breaking Bass's train of thought. "The Fillydelphia School for Musical Foals! I knew I remembered that name from somewhere! We totally went to the same school!" Bass shot back, in surprise. Not from the revelation, but from the sudden outburst. After a split second, Bass finally grasped what the pony was saying. Apparently Midsy did, too. She stood, staring at Beat with an expression of disbelief. After a short silence, Bass finally spoke up. "I knew I recognized your name from somewhere, too!" "Really, Bass? You sure? I mean, there are a lot of ponies in Equestria, and I mean A LOT of ponies... and Griffons... and Dragons... animals, and even plants, for that matter! I could go on all day!" Bass looked at the energetic yellow mare, and gave her an odd look. "Please... don't." Bass turned back to Beat, and grinned. "So, it's good to see another classmate around here, after all these years. Most of them have turned tail and left town, by now."

Bass planted a hoof to his forehead, just before the pony spoke. "Friend of yours?" Bass sighed, and smiled at the pony. "Yeah, we went to the academy, together, and have been friends ever since." Bass turned, and looked at the mare, then quickly slapped his hoof to his forehead, again. "Midsy, you gotta stop breaking records like that. This isn't the music academy. We can't just keep spending our budget on records every time you break one." Midsy rolled her eyes. "Yes, I know, but the crowd likes the 'Midsy Flip...'" The mare looked at the red pony, and quickly trotted up to him and Bass, her more energetic nature being spewed out like a bad breakfast, a giant grin pasted to her face. "Ooh! Who's this?! Hi! I'm Mid Wobble! But you can call me Wobble... or Midsy. All my friends call me Midsy." She nudged the red pony, with a foreleg, giggling. "If you know what I mean."

I read this... And I loved it. It was absolutely amazing, and I applaud you. Last time I cried like that was when I read My Little Dashie. Congratulations, from one author to another.

Bass smiled innocently, as the red pony shook his hoof in mock anger. "So... I gotta ask... I'm not sure what it is... but your name kinda rings a bell for me. I know I've heard it somewhere before... and I can't honestly say that it's from your music... I'd never heard it before, or recognized your band... no offense. But did you ever get that feeling that you know somepony from somewhere and you're not 100% sure of where?" Bass chuckled, and waved a hoof. "You know, I have no clue, bud. I know quite a few ponies, to be honest. I don't really recognize you at all." Just then, the bell over the door rang, signaling the arrival of another hopeful customer. A pale yellow unicorn mare with ruby red eyes, and a straight red mane with white stripes cantered through the door, a broken record in her horn's thrall. "Hey, Bass! I broke another one."

Bass nearly burst into laughter, as he watched the pony trying to figure it out. It took a lot of effort, but he managed to hold it. Bass put down the records he was straightening up, and turned toward the pony, as he walked over. "Aw shoot… I'm an idiot… You're Deep Bass, aren't you?" By this point, Bass was in tears from trying to hold back laughter. "Alright, ya got me. Although it was pretty funny."

Name : Deep Bass Gender : Stallion Gender preference (Optional) : Mare Location : Fillydelphia... For now. Age : Young Stallion Species : Pegasus Species preference (Optional) : No preference Cutie-Mark (Optional) : Bass Clef. How would you describe yourself, physically? Um... Well, I don't really think about it. I'm kind of small for a Stallion. Kind of thin, too. Still taller than the usual mare, though. How would you describe your personality? I like to have a good laugh, every now and then, but normally, I'm a calm, and collected pony. What things in life are important to you? Music, family, and hopefully finding that special somepony... eventually. What's your idea of the ideal first date? Jazz bar. I just love coffee, and music. What are you looking for? Somepony who shares my interests, and understands me when I talk music... which I do, a lot. Anything else you think we should know? I'm deciding to finally get back into the dating scene after my last serious relationship ended tragically. Also, I currently work at a record store in Fillydelphia.

Bass looked over from the records he had only just begun to straighten, and noted the defeated look on the pony's face. "He... he's not coming..." Bass lowered his sunglasses, and raised a visible eyebrow at the pony. It was about that time that Bass had realized that his small prank had possibly gone too far. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin his ticket out of that record store, so if this pony walked out, that would be bad business for him, that's for sure. He had to think of a quick way to gibe the pony a decent clue. He thought for a moment, pressing his hoof to his chin. And he thought... Then the idea came to him. "Well, can you do me a short favor? Go look at that picture on the counter one more time. I'm sure that should help you just a little bit."

Well, If I count... About ten. I sat in the Galley on my ship, and watched it on my laptop, once. Soon I had like 5 people sitting around watching it with me.