After killing the ponies in the KKK, Octavia was finished with all her jobs.

Octavia: What does this mean?
Dexter: You have done a good job helping me out, and you have completed everything.
Octavia: What now?
Dexter: Now we help you get a job. And if anyone tries to take you as their slave, take this *gives phone number to Octavia* It's my phone number. You just call me, and I'll be right there.
Octavia: Thank you.
Dexter: You know, there is one thing we could do together.
Octavia: What's that?
Dexter: Have a show, concerto together?
Octavia: Ok.

The two ponies got a few friends to cadastrar-se their band for the concert.

Playing Cello was Octavia
cantar was Dexter
On drums was Vinyl Scratch
On piano was a pónei, pônei named Henry
Playing the wubs would be.... You know who it is, Vinyl Scratch

At the concert

Announcer: Fillies, and Gentlecolts. I bring to you, The Dishwashers

The band's name was Vinyl Scratch's idea, because of her Dubstep Dishwasher

They start to play link

Dexter: Look at yourself when you were young, in Ponyville you did not belong. It was not what you have wanted. Made money por playing songs, though nopony wanted to sing along. You felt that your talent was kind of wasted. Didn't last long. So long, goodbye to my old place. Canterlot, Canterlot, where the best of ponies are there. You ran off, so wrong. Your parents look at you sad. Famous, famous. That's the only word that went through your head. They came to me. They looked at me, so I told them
Henry: *playing piano*
Dexter: I'm the type of pónei, pônei everypony, everypony should know X3
Vinyl Scratch: *Playing drums*
Dexter: Octavia, why are you playing the cello, so mellow Octavia, Octavia, Octavia! Octavia! Why are you still playing the cello, so mello? Octavia, Octavia, Octavia! Can you please play me a lullaby?
Octavia: *playing Cello
Vinyl Scratch: *playing wubs*
Dexter: Here you are in Canterlot, it's the place you always dreamed about. It's exactly what you have wanted. Playing música with the big boys now, everyone is cheering, and you take a bow. Everything is going well just as expected. So you decided to call, your best friends back from the past. It's me, your friend. I wonder how it has been all these years. Can't talk, not now, busy making a new song. Regret, regret. Why did I forget about her for so long? I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm the type of pónei, pônei everypony everypony should know. But I forget who I am so I think I should go back home. Should I stay here at the place where everybody knows me for so long?
1 segundo of silence
Dexter: Octavia!
Ponies: *playing instruments*
Dexter: Why are you still playing the cello, so mellow? Octavia, Octavia, Octavia! Octavia, why are you still playing the cello so mellow Octavia, Octavia, Octavia!

The rest of the band kept playing, and the crowd cheered. It sure felt good to everyone, even Octavia.

The End.