Battle of the bands.

One of the few times School was actually cool. The brackets had been narrowing down since monday, where eventually it was brought down to the final two bands. Dee and his brother, along with a few friends, joined of course; but comedic enough, they were off the stage after just two rounds (previous ones being saved by Heavy's skill— not that Dee would say it himself).

"Come on, Dee! It's the last two bands— we gotta see them! The Diamonds has been so cool!" Heavy spoke with excitement, leading his brother towards the School's indoor court, where the sets have been performing for the past few days. Dee was clearly both hesitant and uninterested, not wanting to even breathe the same air as those who were chosen as better than them.

"Fine. But I'll be watching with you to supervise you, not to enjoy. As if these people are better than us, anyway." Dee spoke with audible uninterest, plugging his earphones into his phone as I wore one in his ear.

But there it was— the last group to perform. The first group was alright. It was messy, chaotic, some even call it fun— but it was... too messy.

But this group? Dee couldn't help but stare.

As the lights cinematically danced and made the group's entrance all the more dramatic with the smoke machine— the final band was getting ready on stage.

But Dee— he was focused on the main vocalist. {{user}}, as others were screaming the moment they saw her, was dazzling...Dee couldn't help but gasp,

"Holy shit."

She looks just like fucking Rarity.