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Missing Music Mastery part twoOcean Mist walked tiredly around Ponyville as he stumbled and yawned. "I haven't slept a wink in DAYS..." he said to himself as he kicked a rock in front of him.
Right as he turned around, he bumped into Darkspines, who hissed and clawed at Ocean. "OW!" screamed Ocean as he grabbed his cheek, "What the hay was that for?!"
"Sorry..." said Darkspines as he yawned "I've just been on edge since I haven't gotten any sleep..."
"Really?" asked Ocean Mist "You too?"
"Yeah...I keep on hearing a terrible noise from Sonic's house day in and day out...it's driven me to insomnia...LITERALLY." said Darkspines.
"So I'm not the only one who hears that...." said Ocean Mist.
"Yep..." replied Darkspines.
Darkspines and Ocean Mist turned around and saw Silver, trudging slowly. "Do you guys have a place that I could crash at?" he asked.
Both Ocean and Darkspines shook their heads. "No..." said Darkspines.
"Awwwww..." groaned Silver. "I'm tired..."
"So are we..." said Ocean "Let me guess...S
Missing Music Mastery part oneSonic stood on the other side of the soundproof window at Magic Music Studios as Money Bags, his boss, was fiddling with the soundboard. "Okay Amps, ready to record?" said Money Bags as he finished setting the sound up.
"You bet. Let's do this." said Sonic as he got ready to play the first chord.
"okay...and...now shred like your life depended on it!" said Money Bags.
Sonic played the first chord and what came out was the sour note. "What the..." said Sonic as he tried to play the notes to the rest of the song.
As he played, each note got progressivly worse to where the only sound heard was what sounded like nails on a chalkboard in Cheerilee's class. Money Bags stopped the recording. "AMP!" he yelled through the intercom, "WHAT THE HAY?! We went through this song over a hundred times!"
"I don't know!" said Sonic as he looked worriedly at Money Bags "I can't play the song!!!"
"Can't play it?! CAN'T PLAY IT?! YOU BETTER COLT!" said Money Bags with anger "We have a deadline for this trac
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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