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My Name is Beauty BrassUmm, hello.My Name is Beauty Brass by PureZOOKS
My name is Beauty Brass.
I am a musician in the "Four Hooves" ensemble in Canterlot. I've been asked by my band-mates to write my part for our joint autobiography.
I'm not the writer I used to be so instead of telling you what is used to be like, I am just going to use the diaries I kept from when I was younger so one may see first-hoof about my life.
I grew up with my very loving, working class parents on the road touring across Equestria. I was always the quiet mare I am today, but I still liked to express myself. I didn't get my cutie mark until I was an older filly, but I still love my little tuba bell. A friend helped me get it, but that's a long story.
This is a set of diary extracts from my time at school when our band was made.
Tomorrow morning is my first day of school. I got my cutie mark two weeks ago and my parents were so proud, they wanted me to join a special school for musicians. I get to stay in a big room with other foals. I am going to m
The Drinkers :Collab:In a pub in the outskirts of town,The Drinkers :Collab: by PureZOOKS
with walls of tinted glass coloured brown,
red stools, with finely crafted wooden tables,
a single, dark blue colt sits by the bar on his own with empty stools all around,
out of choice though as you might not think,
he's been working all night and needs a good morning drink,
the bartender asks
"Same again?" while pouring another glass,
of port in the colt's sight.
He pays for all the drinks he's had that night, then takes a sip of the strong brew,
and hangs his head on his weary hoof, wondering what he can do today,
but before the drink reaches the wood of the bar,
a sudden chill rushes up his back,
he simply thinks the door is ajar, without so much as turning to look back.
From across the bar, in walks a yellow Pegasus with his wings folded back,
his eyes droopy and bored,
his fetlocks unshorn, he slowly walks his way to the bar and he sits,
he asks for what he's craving,
"I'll have a bottle of absinth sixty six".
The barman serves him his request
How I Met BeautyHow I Met Beauty by PureZOOKS
Usually you wouldn't see me do any heavy lifting being a thin tall colt, but with the funding for my observatory running out, I needed the money. After some looking around, I was lucky enough to get work as a roadie for the great Weird Al Flankovick. Not a bad job, work is simple, great music to listen to. It felt weird working with other ponies. I am used to being all by myself in the dark with no help.
Meeting people wasn't the issue, I simple preferred to be by myself. To this day I still feel that way, only seeing people when I go shopping for food and what have you. But there was one pony there whom I liked a lot.
The first week was a little rough. I haven't lifted anything heavier than a lens cap for most of my life, and here I was moving giant amplifiers and putting old and damaged instruments into this pile of brass and wood. The band got rather excited some-times and smashed their stuff at the end of a song.
After my first week of work I was relaxing
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Hi, i'm a bit new and i can't believe somone is looking at my profile finally, please comment below.
what i'm hoping to do is be more an author than illustrator, I'm on the wrong site, lol.
Current Residence: England
deviantWEAR sizing preference: What's that?? uhhh A-cup
Print preference: Huh??
Favourite genre of music: old stuff with REAL instruments
Favourite photographer: Chuck Norris
Favourite style of art: Realism
Operating System: GIMP2.6
MP3 player of choice: My Phone
Shell of choice: WTF is a shell?!?
Wallpaper of choice: My Aston Martin One-7........picture
Skin of choice: WTF is with these questions
Favourite cartoon character: Chuck Norris
Personal Quote: I have tiny balls, balls like marbles. Is that personal enough?!