"So princess, I hear you're a pretty good singer."
>She cocks her head.
>"Is that so? Where did you hear that from?"
"Your guards. They say you sing beautifully in the bath every day."
>She waves her hoof with a slight blush.
>"Well, I do sing in the bathtub, but I don't know about the 'beautifully' part."
"Aw come on, you've probably got the voice of an angel. Your speaking voice is already nice and soothing."
>She chuckles.
>"Oh please, Anonymous, now you're just being nice."
"Why would I just say that? I'm serious, princess. Why not give me a test run on your singing voice?"
>She hums in thought.
>"I suppose I could sing a bit if you really want me to."
"Perfect! Why not start with some pitch practice?"
>She clears her throat, then points her hoof out to indicate how high or low she's going.
>"Ahhhh," she lifts her hoof, and her pitch follows, "Ahhhhh," more lifting, "Ahhhh ahhh ahhhhh," it goes lower slowly as does her voice, "Ahhhh..."
>She opens her eyes and looks at you with an expectant look on her face.
>"How was that?"
"Beautiful," before she says anything, you interrupt her, "And don't give me that modest 'It wasn't that good' garbage. Seriously, you've got nice pipes."
>"Actually, I was going to say 'thank you', Anonymous," she tells you with a sly grin.
>Assuming makes an ass out of u and me.
"Right...so, what songs do you regularly sing in the tub?"
>"Nothing in particular. I just trail off with 'las' and 'doos'."
>She clears her throat again.
>"La, la, la, laaaaa~"
>Each "la" was higher in pitch than the last.
>Her voice was pure bliss, a combination of milk, honey, and perfection.
>Once she stops singing, she speaks again.
>"I will admit, though, there are times when I catch myself singing songs from that...device you have."
"Oh, my MP3 player?"
>"Yes, that."
"Since when do you listen to my MP3 player?"
>"When you're not looking," she coyly admits. "By the way, some of your music is rather, well, gloomy."
"Those are old songs I had when I was going through a phase. Pay them no mind, princess."
>"Actually, I like some of them, though I just don't care for their messages."
"Like which ones?"
>"I liked that one called 'Pareidolia'. Compared to some of your other songs, it was much softer."
>She cleared her throat again.
>"It all ends so painfully and slow, my pare-i-dollliaaa!"
>Though the lyrics were odd to hear coming out of Celestia's mouth, she nonetheless nailed the rhythm of the song as if she knew every piece of it.
>Not to mention she'd do a great cover with her voice.
>"The loneliness is only missed when I am alone~ Ooohhhh~"
>She stopped herself after the last note.
>"I should really stop," she says, smiling, "it doesn't help the song get out of my head."
"Well, think about another song you liked."
>"Hmm...oh, there was another one I liked."
>She takes a short breath before beginning.
>"It's so far, so far away. It's so far, so far away."
"Jose Gonzalez?"
>"I do believe that was the artist's name."
>She starts again.
>"Who are you trying to impress, steadily creating a mess?"
>She finishes with a wide smile.
>"It's such a nice, slow song."
"I take it you like slow music?"
>She nods. "A lot of that high energy rock you have would be more suited for Luna, I'd think."
"Luna likes rock?"
>"Yes, she does. Ironically, despite being something of an ancient pony, she's taken to modern music greatly."
"You think she's as good a singer as you?"
>The princess thought on that for a moment, looking up at the ceiling.
>"I don't know. Why not ask her guards?" she told you before chuckling.
>You turn in the opposite direction and head towards the Lunar guard barracks.
"Maybe I will," you reply jokingly.
>"Be sure to tell me what they think," she says before walking off. "Calling to the night. To be, or not to be, fighting here~"
>You should share your music with her more often.