The Cellists

On the side of a tall mountain, the high and majestic city of Canterlot stood. The city was truly a masterpiece to behold, inhabited by millions of ponies born with silver spoons in their mouths. Being the capital of Equestria and home of the Princesses of day and night themselves, this was where all the bigger events took place.
     Sadly, the posh lifestyle and the abundance of priviliges have made the inhabitants rather spoiled, making them believe that they – like the city – was above everything else. There were a few exceptions of course, like Fancy Pants, Fleur-de-Lis and even the Princesses themselves.
     But that's not what this story is all about. This story is about a weird and unexplainable event that took place on the Canterlot Plaza not long ago.
     It all started one sunny afternoon when Miss Octavia was trotting along the streets, with a dashing gentlecolt by her side. Everypony in her immediate surroundings just stopped and stared in amazement over how said gentlecolt looked. However, they weren't flabbergasted by his beauty…
     It was the fact that he looked just like Octavia… as a stallion. Even down to his cutie mark, almost every single detail was similar.
     The posh ponies started gossiping about this, seeing as how they haven't heard anything about her either having an identical twin brother, or a coltfriend. But of course, the two ponies just continued on their merry way, talking about their number one passion in life: music.

     "It is such an honor to speak with a fellow musician like yourself, Miss Octavia." the stallion said.

      Octavia turned her head and gave him a relaxed smile.

     "I couldn't agree more, Mr. Octavio. You play a devine cello." she responded.

     "You too." Octavio said with pride. "I was close to tears when I heard you play. You handled Warlander impeccably."

     Octavia smiled.

     "And you're such a gentlecolt, too." she paused. "But I bet you say that to all the mares, don't you?"

     "Miss Octavia, I wouldn't dream of it." Octavio responded assuringly. "I'm not that easy to impress."

     "Neither am I." Octavia responded with a light chuckle.

     After that, there came a small pause between the two. It lasted for about a minute, until Octavio decided to break the silence once again:
     "May I ask you a question?" he asked.

     "Why, most certainly!" Octavia responded.

     "Who was your most beloved idol?"

     The question took Octavia slightly by surprise, but she responded:
     "Well, I was raised in rich conditions and my family was an early influence. But the one that really inspired me was none other than Lead Wheelerstein. I listened to all his recordings, went to all his concerts and I even got my music lessons from him."

     THE Lead Wheelerstein?! Octavio was impressed beyond comprehension.

     "Wow! It must've cost a fortune!" he exclaimed.

     "Like I said; we weren't exactly the poorest family in Canterlot. My family spent all money necessary on my education. And it paid off in the end, too, because I received my cutie mark shortly after that."

     "Why, that's a very inspiring story!" Octavio responded in amazement.

     Octavia smiled, as she asked him:
     "What about you? Did you have any idols growing up?"

     "I had more than one, actually: Shire, Fratello, Salerno..." he responded.

     "The most important ones." Octavia said, smiling.

     "Exactly!" Octavio responded with great pride.  

     "Did you take lessons?" Octavia asked.

     "Yes, but I went to a private school. I didn't get my cutie mark until my very first concert, though." Octavio answered.

     "Ah, I see." Octavia confirmed.

     This conversation continued for what felt like hours, all the while everypony looked at them with big eyes. They would talk about their interests, their dreams, their likes and dislikes, and they would discover that they had a lot in common.

     But then Octavio said:
     "Now, I hate to be the one to end this conversation, but I need to go and pick up my roommate."

     Octavia's ears perked up.

     "You have a roommate? What's he like?" she asked.

     "Oh, he's a DJ... makes terrible music, though." Octavio responded.

     This surprised Octavia to no end. It couldn't be… could it?

     "Hey, that sounds just like my roommate!" she exclaimed.

     That surprised Octavio. He knew they couldn't be talking about the same pony, but he couldn't help but feel that there was a connection somehow. So, he started asking her about her appearance:
     "Messy blue mane?" he started.

     "Yes!" she responded.

     "Pale white coat?!" he continued.

     "Yes!" she responded, even more surprised.

     OK, NOW it was getting creepy. Octavio could hardly continue with the last question.

     "Sunglasses?" he let out.

     "Can't leave home without them!" Octavia answered, her eyes wide open.

     Then the duo said in unison:
     "AND HE/SHE MAKES TERRIBLE MUSIC!"

     Then, they both gasped.

     THE END