Skyline Gang One Shots and Short Stories

The Forest's Melody

This is for Aminia6 (I hope the tagging has worked) who requested for a Pip centric one shot. Hope you like it.

Kind of did a little bit of projection onto Pip because I've been in situations like you'll see her experience in this one shot.

Other than that, please enjoy!

Writing and composing songs were one of many things that Pip was good at. She always treasured the memories of her pop sitting her on his lap and would listen to rock music together. She remembered the toy guitar that she was given on her fifth birthday. She remembered asking her pop if she could play one of his professional guitars (he did rock gigs on a regular basis at local pubs and festivals). She remembered the first song she played flawlessly at six. She remembered the first song she composed at nine and even won a children's talent show held in her local town hall during the summer holidays.

Both her dads were so proud of her. They both praised her natural born talent in arts and crafts and especially music. They always encouraged her to be her best. But they would often remind her that she can't force out the inspiration. She had to let it come to her. The problem was, Pip was quick to get her inspiration. It would hit her quicker than you can say "sing". Being in the Skyline, living with all her friends seemed to increase the inspiration. She loved it and how she was keen to share it with kids that have a similar passion to her. It was like she passed on the skills that she learned from her family to them. She loved how it came full circle.

However, recently, things haven't been going that well.

The Gang were starting plans for a new show based on their latest adventure. Being the music professional of the group, Pip was eager to write and compose the songs. It was a task that she always felt honoured to take up (aside from designing some props and set pieces with Mimi). However, this time, what was usually a paper filled with lyrics and musical notes, was now a blank sheet. Pip's pencil was poised but shuddering as Pip couldn't stain the blank paper with graphite.

She had a block! She's never had a block before! Ever!

She needs to remove the block! Now!

However, every attempt to remove the block resulted in it coming back and being bigger and tougher than ever. It was a losing battle. The deadline wasn't close thank goodness, but there was still this shadow that looked over her. She had a devil on her shoulder, telling her that she's not good enough and that her dads would be disappointed in her. The angel on her other shoulder was encouraging her, but she couldn't hear them over the devil.

On this particular day, everyone started to pick on the fact that she wasn't happy. They tried to help in their own ways. Dude suggested shooting some hoops or being by the sea. Sprout pulled out his magic and juggling kit and did all sorts of tricks to write a song about. Mimi noted every single brand that she could think of and even offered Pip a day in the shops to get some inspiration. Candi listed off everything under the sun that was pink as if Pip could craft some lyrics out of her babbling. Bud was stating some scientific mombo jumbo that Pip's head started spinning like an owl's. Rainbow presented Pip with toys as if to tell her to take a break. And Misty was less than helpful herself, scoffing at Pip for thinking too hard about it and that she should just leave her work to someone else for a while.

Suddenly, everyone all at once started overlapping with their speeches. And something snapped inside Pip.

"Shut up! You're not helping!" She yelled, her fists hammering into the table so hard, that everyone was concerned that it would crack. Everybody backed off as she stood up. She didn't meet anyone's gazes as she stormed out of the suffocation that surrounded her.