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[not_a_hero]

I am holding a private party and require entertainment.

Music is a must. Theatre would be nice but I have low expectations from you all. Performing arts in general, really. I want class and culture.

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[insidethechimney]

My parasprite polka was approved by royalty!

[not_a_hero]

A polka.

I think perhaps this is a little above your ability.

[insidethechimney]

[But Princess Celestia had loved it! Apparently. Pinkie was a little distracted playing Pied Piper at the time.]

I can do other stuff! I'll make up some songs just for your party.

[not_a_hero]

It's not that sort of party. Think stuffy old men with cigars and tailcoats.

[insidethechimney]

I understand! I'll behave like I [should have] behaved at the Grand Galloping Gala, the grandest pony party of all, and I'll be ever so good and classical-musicful!

[not_a_hero]

Oh? Prove it.

[insidethechimney]

[She drags a box overflowing with instruments before the communicator, along with what looks to be the sort of stand you hook intravenous liquids on to. It looks like one because it is one.

Pinkie searches through the box, tossing instruments this way and that, before settling on a flute, a fold-out piano and a triangle - which she hooks on the IV stand. She clips the accompanying baton on one ear and sits with her lower feet on the piano, the flute held in her upper arms.]

Presenting Haybarn's Fifth.

[And she plays, somehow - don't ask how hooves can do the work of fingers on pianos or flutes, they just can - and she lightly dings the triangle rhythmically with her ear. Contrary to all logic, it's actually a fairly decent rendition of this famous pony composer's work.]

[not_a_hero]

[... Well, it's interesting]

I could let you perform at intermission I suppose.

[insidethechimney]

Yay! I'll get working on practising and picking my song list!

[not_a_hero]

Fine.

[He has no idea why he's concenting to this. It's rediculious.

But maybe ponies need a night of culture too.]