Haunting Nocturne thumped the back of her head against the wall she was using for support, the distorted chords of her guitar beginning to fade before eventually falling to silence. She couldn't put a hoof on it, but something was off tonight. Something irregular... she was out of cheese puffs! With a disgusted sigh, the areion thumped her head again, closing her eyes in frustration with a scowl flickering across her lips. How in Equestria could she be expected to write the guitar solo for Wing