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The deck, Saturday afternoon

Pinkie hadn't noticed anything strange going on today. She sang to herself all the time. Even having all the sounds in the bathroom suddenly coordinate with each other in a syncopated beat hadn't been that weird.

So when she went out to hang out on the deck and found a ukulele, she didn't think twice before she picked it up and started strumming.

"I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more than we'll know,
And I think to myself: what a wonderful world!
Some day I'll wish upon a star,
Wake up where the clouds are far
behind me!
Where trouble melts like lemon drops,
High above the chimney tops
That's where
you'll find me!"

She paused mid-strum and licked her lips. "Mmmm. Lemon drops!"

[ooc: because Pinkie is a ray of freaking sunshine. Open!]

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Hanna was resigned to every weekend being a weird weekend by this point. Last week she was a boy, this Saturday she was serenading Velcro about how fluffy he was.

"Hi, Pinkie," she said, shuffling over to flop down on a deck chair She was already humming.

And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs
What's going on?
And I say, hey yeah yeah, hey yeah yeah
I said hey, what's going on?

Hanna's voice was soft but rather pleasant. "...aside from that."

Edited 2017-04-08 22:24 (UTC)

"Well, for one thing, I had no idea I could play a ukulele!" Pinkie tossed the instrument to the side. "So I'd say today is pretty fun!"

"You just picked it up and suddenly, musical ability?" Hanna asked, amused despite herself. "Do you think you play any other instruments?" Because Pinkie-the-pony played drums, and she wouldn't bet money that she didn't play other things as well. At least on days of Magic Music Telling Feelings.

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

"That's a nice song," Pinkie said. She still hadn't realized anything was up today. "And yeah, I play the drums in a band back home with my friends. And in a band here at the Boards! But I've never really played any melodic ones, you know?"

Hanna gave her a look that was full of quiet mischief. "We should go find some more instruments for you at some point, and see what happens."

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

"...it is. I wonder who sings it?" Hanna was kind of resigned to it at this point.

"Um, you do, obviously." Come on now. "And that could be super fun! We can see if you can play some instruments you don't know about, too."

Yup, because suddenly Hanna was rocking out with it.

"Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions--

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten"

She got her breath back and said, "I meant originally, because I have no idea who came up with it, but sure." Because how could Pinkie not have noticed it was a Singing Day? If Hanna thought about it, she would have realized how Pinkie could not notice, but she was a litttttle distracted.

"Oooo, did you hear it on the radio? We could google the lyrics."

"No, I mean I've never heard it before. At least I don't think I had?" Hanna was not really sure how this worked at all. "But yes, we could do that."

"I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way..."

"We definitely have enough to work from."

"Huh. How can you sing a song that you've never heard and you didn't make up?"

Hanna gave Pinkie a mystified look. "Magic?"

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

"...I'm going with magic. Or the song is telling me sunlight. I'm really not sure how that happens."

"Magic sunbeams!" Pinkie decided, nodding intently. "Man, those would have been useful fighting the sirens."

Hanna blinked. "Sirens? The kind that lured sailors to their deaths?" Weaponized singing, really?

"I don't know, maybe? They were giant evil seahorses disguised as girls and they sucked out people's souls through their music."

"Are you sure you're not really a pink pony?" Hanna checked, only half-teasing.

"Yup!" Pinkie beamed. "I know 'cause I've met a talking purple pony -- only she wasn't a pony at the time -- who knows the talking pink pony who is another me and I've met the people-shaped person who is another of the talking purple pony and I can attest that the people and the ponies are totally different people."

Could you follow all that, Hanna? Because Pinkie wasn't sure she could, and she'd said it.

"Um." No, no she could not, although she felt like she got the gist, which was: not the same person. But definitely version of the same person. "Okay, now I kind of wish Professor Pinkie were here to join in on the music-making too, then."

"Omigosh that would be so weird!" Pinkie erupted into giggles -- and then into song:

"Isn't it strange
Feels like I'm lookin' in the mirror
What would people say
If only they knew that I was

Part of some geneticist's plan (plan-plan-plan)
Born to be a carbon copy man (man-man-man)
There in a petri dish late one night
They took a donor's body cell and fertilized a human egg and so I say

I think I'm a clone now
There's always two of me just a-hangin' around
I think I'm a clone now
'Cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down!"

Funny, Hanna could totally identify with that, although technically she was (pretty sure?) she wasn't actually a clone.

"Look at the way
We go out walking close together
I guess you could say
I'm really beside myself

I still remember how it began (gan-gan-gan)
They produced a carbon copy man (man-man-man)
Born in a science lab late one night
Without a mother or a father, just a test tube and a womb with a view

I think I'm a clone now (a clone now)
There's always two of me just a-hangin' around
I think I'm a clone now (a clone now)
'Cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down!"

...people came up with some weird songs. Then again, they were having weird lives, so.

Pinkie was now drumming the beat against the deck railing, bopping along.

"Signing autographs for my fans
Come and meet the carbon copy man
Livin' in stereo, it's all right
Well I can be my own best friend and I can send myself for pizza so I say -- Oooo, pizza sounds GOOD right now!"

"It does," Hanna agreed. "If we're going to keep singing like this, we need to keep our energy up."

And yet another song. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ha_OI7Pon_E) This one about liking pizza.

"...I like pizza origami..."

Edited 2017-04-09 00:24 (UTC)

Pinkie danced and snapped along to this one, then looked around for who was playing the synthesizer.

"Or sushi," Hanna concluded, then waited to see if she was about to sing about that. No. Whew.

"Food. Yes. And then off to find instruments."

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