Part 1

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well first of all this'll be my personal journal of my experiences of this new town... mom says it'll help with this big move from trottingham to ponyville, so might as well try it. To begin, allow me to introduce myself, I'm analog, analog barline and I am a tall 5 foot 11, red unicorn male with blonde hair, blue eyes and a knack for video games and music, I am now enrolled in PVHS, PonyVille High School, and in my sophomore year, 2nd year in marching band.

                                                                                    Augest

                                                                    The Begining of the End

        Moving so far away from where I grew up was a difficult move, but Ponyville will have to do till I can move back to Trottingham with my friends

        I wake up at 5:45 in the morning to a loud, annoying buzzing coming from my alarm clock. I groan and I hit the snooze and  sit up on my soft bed, I rub my eyes and give a long stretch. I look down, I sigh and i adjust my semi-erect morning wood in my now distorted boxers "calm down, buddy" I say to myself, slowly getting out of bed, sliding on jeans and a t-shirt getting ready for my first day of high school. The bus ride there was quick and quiet, the bus stops, the doors swing open, and i left the bus to start the final stretch of school.

        I walk inside the big blue and light pink double doors and i stare down the long corridor with sporting and musical awards lining the walls. Then a mare with poofy, pink hair and a quite busty chest skips to me and gives me a large hug. Confused, I hug back "hey there... I'm Analog" I say in a confounded voice.

"I'm Pinkie Pie!" the mare said in a very upbeat, confident voice "You're new here so you going to have to pick up a schedule from the cafeteria right here and then you need your photo for an ID and then to first period." she pinkie said in a very high speed and rambling voice. I shake my head very  confused.

"so, schedule, photo, first period?" 

"Yep, have a awesome first day at PVHS" she pins a small button on my shirt that says 'PVHS vote Rarity'. I raise an eyebrow and i go into the cafeteria, and grabbing a sheet of blue paper with my name and seven classes and 7 teachers on it

"Alright... First period... Band, room 4-154, Mr. Decrescendo" say to myself. I walk to the room number and I go inside, the inside is filled with instruments of all shapes and sizes with the new smell of valve oil and floor wax. As I walk in a group of 8 stallions and 1 mare look back at me, one of the best drumlines of Equestria, Ponyville High School Drumline. A tanish stallion stands and approaches me, he had a grey shirt and khaki shorts with a drum key attached to his belt-loop. He was short but had quite the ego, with thick arms and a short body he looked more like Frodo if Frodo lifted weights "Hey" the guy said in a kind inviting voice "What do you play?"

I blankly stare and I soon come back to "Oh, uh P-Percussion." I say bashfully but with slight confidence. He chuckles with his low, burly voice

"I'm Loud, Loud drum; center snare, and a Junior; over there is Stick Click, Accent Tap, Glissando, Coda, Purple Streak, Sky Blue, Epyks the dragon, and finally... Pinkie Pie."

"I'm Analog Barline," I say with more confidence knowing I'm with friends

"You'll fit in just fine.... You know we need a 5th bass man... You up for the challenge?" I look at the short stallion and I nod slightly trying to keep my cool "great, I have some mallets you can borrow, follow me." I follow him and Pinkie Pie give a very energetic wave to me again as she hops up and down making her bountiful bosoms bounce. I trip over a open cymbal stand, embarrassed, i chuckle and i continue on with the task at hand. Loud Drum gives me his pair of Fic Virth bass drum mallets, "There you go, just keep those I don't need 'em." I smile and put them in my back pack 

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