BF5 - Dropping the Bass

(Inspired by the third MLP:FiM episode 100 trailer)

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    The sounds of a classic cello could be heard wafting through the air in a rural section of Dublin, Ireland. A man with red hair done up in a faux-hawk style and wearing a black and purple jacket, a purple shirt, jeans, and brown shoes was making his way up the walkway to the door of the house where the music was coming from. A set of purple and silver headphone were hanging around his neck.

    As he opened the front door he was greeted by the opening notes of the classic wedding march. Standing in the living room of the house was a man with brunette hair streaked with red and green wearing a white shirt, black pinstripe slacks, black suspenders, a patterned green bow tie, and black shoes, the bow of his cello moving swiftly and expertly over the strings. He was lost in concentration as the door closed behind the redhead, who walked out to the kitchen to get something to drink.

    "All o' these wedding songs are so... standard," the brunette sighed in frustration as he paused for a few beats. "I want Vert and Sapphy's wedding ta be special."

    The redhead returned the bottle he had been drinking from to the fridge before returning to the living room. "I think I may be able to help you with that mate," he said as he took up his position behind a mixing board and synthesizer setup. Pressing one headphone to his ear while his companion returned to playing his cello, he began to cycle through various sound effects and remixes.

    After a few twists of knobs and other failed effects, wubs, and riffs, the brunette's eyebrow began to twitch. "Thanks Stanny," he grumbled, the redhead looking hurt from his tone of voice. Sighing, he added, "But I'm not sure that's appropriate for a wedding, is it?"

    "Sorry Lex," Stanford apologized as the brunette returned to practicing the cello.

    A beautiful melody began to fill the air, inspiring Stanford to add a bit of a backbeat to what his friend was playing. Spinning a couple of records, he adjusted the levels on the treble and bass before pointing to the brunette, who was nodding his head in time to the beat. Eyes opening in surprise, Lex said, "Now that's more like it."

    The duet continued, both sound artist and cellist losing themselves in the music. A few measures later they exchanged a look, Lex narrowing his eyes will smirking, while Stanford bounced his eyebrows. The redhead spun a record on the tip of his finger while the brunette spun his bow like a baton. Record and bow were applied to their rightful instruments as the two musicians resumed playing what would surely be music to bring down the house at the wedding.

    After a few more moments of beautiful music they paused again and shared a second glance. Stanford stepped on a switch on the floor, a pair of industrial sized speakers situated against the wall glowing green as the power came online. Pointing to Lex as bass began to thump through the house, the cellist began to play some wicked riffs on his instrument while the DJ spun some wicked beats on his mixing board. Time seemed to disappear as the duo rocked the house, Stanford performing a headspin on one of his platters while one of Lex's strings threatened to break.

    The duo leaped into the air, Lex preparing to swing his cello while Stanford brought his mixing board up and around for a double smash. There would have been a destructive collision had Lex not interrupted with an exclamation of, "Stop!"

    Both of them landed on their rears as Lex added, "I'm going to be late for the wedding!"

    The countryside shook as a purple, black, and silver sports car rocketed out from behind the house, speakers cranked to eleven filling the air with wubs. Standing on the roof of the car, cello in hand, was Lex, who was filling the air with his own low notes as the DJ sped through along the country roads to get him to the wedding on time.

....To be continued?