>A thousand moth ponies, given enough time and enough light-bulbs, could reproduce Beethoven's Fifth just by clinking the bulbs.
>Or they could just make a bunch of incessant tapping noises.
>And then buzz angrily at each other when several of them want the same bulb.
>The "Light Room," as Actias dubbed it, is currently host to this hypothetical situation.
>On a smaller scale, of course.
>A thousand moth ponies wouldn't be able to fit in there.
>That would be silly.
>What isn't silly is the cacophony of clinking and tapping that comes from that room.
>Actias came back to visit and brought a few friends.
>Instead of turning them all away and possibly hurting Actias's feelings, you invited them all inside.
>All four of them.
>It was a bad idea.
>Mostly because they chewed holes in your socks, underwear, and bed sheets.
>Actias at least put up a fight over that, by telling them to stop.
>She tried, that's all that matters.
>It didn't take long for them to get bored with your bedroom, especially when you asked Actias if she told the others about the "Light Room."
>You probably should have led with that, in retrospect.
>The tinkering and tapping of hooves and antennae against glass continue to fill your ears.
>It's that bothersome sound that draws your attention back to the present.
>Your house is empty and lonely enough that the faintest sounds echo off the walls.
>It usually doesn't bother you, but unfortunately, the normal sounds are accompanied by the symphony of the mothponies.
>Might as well roll out of your tattered bed and ask them to quiet down.
>How well will that actually go over?
>Probably not well, but it's worth a shot.
>After all, you were only expecting Actias, not her friends.
 
>A tapping at the "Light Room" door catches your attention.
>All of your friends just jitter and tap against the lights.
>You approach the door and tap the same pattern that came from the other side.
>"That's cute. Open the door."
"Sorry August."
>With a hint of excitement, your wings stretch out a little bit as you turn the handle on the door.
>Your newest, and most favorite, friend stands with his arms crossed.
"Hi August."
>"Hi Actias."
"Wanna play with the lights?"
>"No, I want you to quiet down."
"Quiet down? We're hardly making any noise!"
>"I can hear it from my bedroom."
"But we're having fun!"
>"Yeah, and I was expecting a relaxing night with no extra guests."
>You tilt your head and offer him a confused look.
>"I think it's time they left."
>The tapping stops, your friends turning to look at him.
>"Aww!"
>"Already? We just got here!"
>They buzz sadly and lower their heads as August flicks the light off.
>"I didn't expect any extra guests tonight is all. Maybe some other night the rest of you can come over."
>"Well, alright mister."
>The sound of wings flapping causes you to duck.
>"What's that sound?"
>But it's too late.
>Your friends latch onto August, all of them giggling while he gives a startled shout.
>They hug his arms and legs, which leaves his torso open for one more.
>"Get off of me!"
>You take a step forward as August stops flailing his arms around.
>"Was that a hoofstep? Actias, don't you dare!"
>Wings spread, rump hiked.
>"Actias!"
>You launch yourself at August, your squeaks joining the other mothponies'.
>All of you yell, at the same time:
"Thank you August!"
>"NO!"
 
>August somehow manages to make the trek to the front door, despite being weighed down by you and your friends.
>As soon as he opens the door, your friends drop off of his body and stand at the threshold of the house.
>"Can we come back tomorrow night?"
>"No, maybe next week."
>"Aw! But Actias says she gets to come over every night!"
>"That's because I like her."
>The other four moth ponies scrunch their faces up and start making frustrated squeaks before they fly off.
"I guess you want me to leave too?"
>His slightly disgruntled expression offers an answer.
"I'm sorry for bringing them over."
>August sighs softly as he closes the door.
>You look up at him with a surprised expression.
>"Warn me next time."
"You're letting me stay?"
>"No, I closed the door so you'd have to leave by window."
"O-oh."
>Almost as soon as you start to climb off of him, he wraps his arms around you.
>"I was joking."
>A blush overtakes your face as he hugs you close, your antennae brushing against his chin.
"Wh-where are we going then?"
>"Well, since I'm not tired anymore, I figured you might want to stay and chat? Maybe listen to some music and play with the lights?"
>You blush even harder as he carries you into the dark living room.
"W-well, I guess I can't say no to more lights."
>"It's cold and snowing tonight anyway. I wouldn't feel right sending you home in that."
"I guess you have a point."
>He sits down on the couch and plops you beside him.
>"Do you have anything in mind that you'd like to listen to?"
"No, not really. I've never really been big on music."
>"Hmm. How about this?"
>He files through a small box of records and places one on a record player beside the couch.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OvZYhxT5Mf8&feature=player_detailpage#t=15
 
"I like this."
>"It's one of my favorites."
>You try to squeak in time with the music, but you mess up frequently, as this is your first time ever hearing such sweet sounds.
>"I think if you practice enough, you'd be able to accomplish that."
"Accomplish what?"
>"What you're doing. Trying to squeak it out."
"Oh! Do you really think so?"
>"Anything's possible if you put your mind to it."
>You hold your hooves up in front of you and scrunch your face.
>He's right.
>You know he's right.
"Can I stay here for a little while longer and listen to it again?"
>"You can stay as long as you'd like. I look forward to hearing you sing."
"I don't think I'd ever call it singing."
>"Don't be hard on yourself. I liked what you were doing."
>You chitter softly in embarrassment with your hooves over your face, as the music continues.
>An arm rests against your side as August pulls you closer to him.
>"Are you alright?"
"Mhm. It's just that... you're being so nice to me. I thought you didn't like me."
>"Well, at first I kind of didn't. Not until I let you through my window and you started tapping on that lamp."
>He chuckles a little bit and rubs your side.
>"Over the past few nights, I don't know. Something changed. I think, maybe, something about you and your love of lights. It's just simple."
>Your eyes meet his as you move your hooves away from your face.
"Simple? Are you implying that I'm stupid? Unintelligent? Uncultured?"
>"No Actias, you know I didn't mean it like that."
>He hugs you tight, even as you squeak angrily and buzz your wings.
>"You're a very special kind of pony. You've brought a warm light to this house."
>Your noises stop, leaving the music coming from the record player as the only noise in the house.
"Do you really mean that?"
>"Yes."
"Then I'll stick around. B-but only because of the music and lights!"
>"I'm fine with that. As long as you'll be around more often, I think I'll be a little happier."