>The only thing you have in Equestria from Earth is a trumpet.
>It was the old piece of junk you were just about to toss out when Twilight had accidentally zapped you to magic pony world.
>What once was junk that you were about to throw away has become a treasure.
>Your only link to your old life.
>That's why you're playing it now.
>Well, actually you're drunk.
>Really drunk.
>You don't even remember why you were drinking so much with some minotaurs you met at the bar, but that doesn't matter now.
>The only thing that matters is the sweet sound of trumpet.
>You stand on the sidewalk outside your apartment, waving the bell of the trumpet around, blaring out some sick tunes.
>You're just playing a bunch of notes at random.
>There's a lot of random bloots, bleats and falls.
>It's just obnoxious noise.
>But it's funny.
>Twilight always says you never have any fun.
>Well she should see this shit now.
>You start kicking your legs out randomly and take your note scramble medley into overdrive.
>On Earth, you would have already been arrested.
>But it seems to be not the case here.
>In fact, there is a large crowd of mares gathering around you.
>By now, you're used to their attention due to the low number of stallions here, and pony's weird swapped gender roles.
>Seems they also like your trumpet noodling.
>They're dancing...

>Some mares are trying to copy you, standing on two hooves and trying to kick out randomly.
>There's a mare that seems to be entranced with her eyes closed, swaying back and forth.
>Two mares are flailing like those hardcore kids you see at metal concerts.
>It's seriously just random bleated notes, but these ponies are feeling this like it's a new drug.
>Well, maybe this could be.
>This is all hilarious to you.
>You stop playing and shout.
"Give me money! Trumpet solo, GO!"
>You start noodling on your trumpet again.
>Ponies start throwing bits on the ground around you.
>The faster and more obnoxiously you play, the more into their spastic dancing they get.
>And now you have effectively started a mob in the street.
>Mares really like this shit.
>It's not even like they're being ironic hipsters.
>You stop to shout again.
"GAS THE KIKES! RACE WAR NOW, GO!"
>Once again, the sweet sounds of out-of-tune trumpet fill the night air along with the cheers of mares in ecstasy.
>Some of them look to be on ecstasy...
>And now the bits are piling up at your feet.
>You might have just invented a new musical craze.

(Several weeks later)

>You are rich.
>What started as a drunken troll attempt, has blown up into the biggest musical sensation Equestria has ever seen.
>You've come up with the name 'Kekstep' for your musical genre.
>For the next couple of months, you will be going on tour around Equestria.
>You've already recorded a two hour demo album and are set to record a full LP soon.
>But your manager has begged you to start touring and spreading your music around.
>It seems the Griffons are even crazier about Kekstep than ponies are.
>In fact, everyone seems to lose their shit when you start braping out random notes on your trumpet.
>Especially since you got a Minotaur buddy to perform with you, buzzing away into a bullhorn on a kazoo you found in a pawn shop.
>The nights have been crazy.
>The booze.
>The parties.
>The mares.
>Princess Celestia even asked you to sign a trumpet she brought to a show.
>These ponies treat you like some kind of god.
>Everything you say now, is over-analyzed for some deeper meaning, like you're some profound philosopher.
>Actually, your fanbase has recently seen an increase in cancer.
>There are waves of dedicated fans.
>But there are also hordes of VERY over-zealous mares that are taking your 'music' way too seriously.
>You even overheard two mares arguing about it in a coffee shop yesterday.
>They were arguing whether "Duality of postpartum depression was intrinsic to Kekstep dance" or not.
>This has gotten a bit out of hand, maybe...
>But the money is good, so fuck it.