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

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

The two ponies got a few Friends to unisciti their band for the concert.

Playing Cello was Octavia
Canto was Dexter
On drums was Vinyl Scratch
On Pianoforte was a pony named Henry
Playing the wubs would be.... te 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 te were young, in Ponyville te did not belong. It was not what te have wanted. Made money da playing songs, though nopony wanted to sing along. te 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. te ran off, so wrong. Your parents look at te 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 pony everypony, everypony should know X3
Vinyl Scratch: *Playing drums*
Dexter: Octavia, why are te playing the cello, so mellow Octavia, Octavia, Octavia! Octavia! Why are te still playing the cello, so mello? Octavia, Octavia, Octavia! Can te please play me a lullaby?
Octavia: *playing Cello
Vinyl Scratch: *playing wubs*
Dexter: Here te are in Canterlot, it's the place te always dreamed about. It's exactly what te have wanted. Playing Musica with the big boys now, everyone is cheering, and te take a bow. Everything is going well just as expected. So te 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 pony 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 secondo of silence
Dexter: Octavia!
Ponies: *playing instruments*
Dexter: Why are te still playing the cello, so mellow? Octavia, Octavia, Octavia! Octavia, why are te 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.