Lyric was leaning against her window with her eyes closed as she listened to the orchastra that was the storm outside. Yes, it was her doing. The weather ponies had asked for her help earlier that day. After all, they had reasoned, if it had to storm, why not make a musical event of it? She smiled lightly as the seemingly sudden crash of thunder perfectly accentuated the drumming of the rain. Her smile turned to an ugly grimace however as a loud squeak pierced the beautiful music of the storm. Lyric sighed and turned to face the pony she was attempting to teach to play the oboe. Another  loud squeak groaned from the instrument as she opened her mouth to address her student. â€œStarshine!â€ She shouted loudly to be heard over both the storm and the tortured squeaks. Thankfully, the squeaks stopped just then. â€œLook; I really donâ€™t think music is your thing. Maybe you shouldâ€”â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">THUMP!</span>The sudden noise from outside that she knew was not part of her storm made Lyric jump. â€œWhat was that?â€ She said in a soft whisper. Though it could have been a tree branch, any noise she couldnâ€™t identify startled her. Then there was a noise she did know and a voice calling out to her that she didnâ€™t. â€œIâ€™ll be right back,â€ She told Starshine, trotting rhythemetically from the room.<br/><br/>At the front door, Lyric eased the door opened slowly, knowing that while the storm had slacked off for a moment, there would soon be a gale of whistling wind followed by the pounding of yet more rain. There on her front step stood a very muddy pony. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked the pony over. Clearly, he didnâ€™t have a talent for keeping clean. â€œUh, hello, sir,â€ Lyric finally said. â€œCan I help you with something?â€<br/><br/>Starshine had set the oboe down almost as soon as the knocking had started, so she was right there when Lyric opened the door. â€œDonâ€™t be so rude, Lyric,â€ she said to her friend as she lightly bumped her aside. â€œHe clearly needs shelter from yourâ€¦musical storm.â€ Starshine turned to face the muddy pony, batting her lashes as she gestured him inside. â€œPlease excuse my friend. Sometimes Lyric is just too busy listening to the music in her own head to pay any other pony much attention.â€ She flashed the pony a hopefully dazzling smile as she lead him to the music room. â€œIâ€™m Starshine. Whatâ€™s your name?â€ She glanced at his cutie mark or what could be seen of it through the mud. â€œOh! Let me guess! Is it Juillard? Golden Snatch? Draco?â€ She laughed lightly and somewhat flirtily. She doubted any of her guesses were right, but as long as his attention stayed on her, it was all worth it.