This town. Yes, this town. The same town that I've spent a life long music career in. It's gotten....boring. Not boring in the sense that there is nothing to do I would be lying if I said that. Its boring in the aspect that there is too much to do. Every four seconds a hustle and bustle and justle and jostle. Ok, I'm making words up now. The point is, somehow in the seemingly endless amount of things to do here, I've done them all. I've been to all the clubs and seen all the mares and as exciting as it is or as it seemed to be. Before I came here I was normal dance instructor with a few good moves and dream. I wanted fame, fortune, to have all the things my heart desired. To be like the ponies whose dance moves I taught, that was drove me on my musical path. But looking back now....…there are times when I wish I did have my former life back. My students were the only fans I had; in fact they pushed me to follow my dreams and make it big in Manehattan. I still remember those colts and mares now. So eager to learn, as well as being equally eager for me to achieve my goals. Regardless of the admiration they had for me and how they wanted me to reach my full potential, they still were sad to see me go. But at least they visit occasionally. Unlike those "fans" who just show up one time and don't even bothe-
" HELLO MANEHATTANITES, This is your hottie in the morning, DJ Heartbeat. So heard you guys have been raving about the new hottest single yet again."
Great. Last thing I need to hear is the "latest and greatest" thing in music. Exactly why I need to get out of here.
"Though I know this guy sounds like an amateur but hearing his music really got my magic flowing."
Obviously if its a new single the musician is new too. These DJ's now don't know anything do they?
"So heres the new single Pretty Rave Mare by the mysterious Suave-"
That's it. I'm turning off this crap.
*groan* "Every damn week it's the same thing. This has to be the one thing that isn't new and exciting about this town. Screw it. I'm leaving today."
After finally making his decision, Suave Steps subconsciously began the first leg of his journey. The night before he already packed his things in a single saddle bag not to leave town; but to get ready for an out of town show. As he attached his saddle bag he walked over to the kitchen with glazed and hungry look. He sat up on his barstool, and his mind wandered as he waited for his breakfast to magically appear. However, there would be no magic sandwiches, as he was a Pegasus; not a unicorn.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
"Leave me alone." He said in a tired tone.
"Come on, isn't that a bad way to treat your neighbor!" Said his good friend Mic trot. He was a unicorn and his musical prowess was mostly supported by his magic skills.
"Hey, your'e the one who told me to remind you not mope around in the morning." Mic Trot continued. He looked down aimlessly at the floor and then back up at Suave Steps.
"Yeah, forgot I told you that. Just drag me over to the station." Suave Steps said, even more groggily then the first time.
"Clearly you need a wake up call pal. And I'm just the pony to give you one." Mic Trot said with his infamous charm.
"AAAAHHH"
*CRASH*
Mic Trot had given him a friendly "nudge" but failed to realize the weight of Suave Steps saddle bag, causing them both to tumble to the ground.
*SNORT*
"This is definitely the top reason why I'm leaving." Suave Steps said with a grin, and was greeted by another nudge.
Suave took time to be ready, which got on Mic's nerves since there only stallions. Final thoughts of goodbye before leaving the penthouse, possibly regrets are already filling up step's mind. Mic glanced at him with displease, "Oh come on now, you were ready to go when I gave you the bag."
"Thats cause I was pissed at you for being an ass."
"Now thats just being racist, don't have to go all that hard on me," with a solemnly sad face.
"I'm sorry. . . It's just that everything been hectic, ever since that weird blue mare with the tacky accent saw me show off my moves at `Bump Base`, she said I got that magic stuff but should really considered in a different talent." As if he was forced to speak his trouble but made him more agitated. "Ha, I was fine then not having being chased by enraging fans or those crawling roaches of paparazzi, an. . and those FREAKING MUSIC PRODUCERS SLAVING ME TO WORK LONG HOURS ON ANYTHING THAT I. ."
"AYE AYE CALM DOWN DUDE, this isn't like you when your mad", Mic stopped Steps in his tracks
"I just wanted to leave this place, its not right for me anymore." The saddle bag was heavy compared to the burden he feels of the many things he had worked within the industry.
Both approached the elevator when opened contained a bell hop colt, "Hey bell hop, main floor."
" You got it Mac", with enthusiethism
"Its Mic"
"Sorry"
In wanting to pass time, Mic Casually asked Suave, "So I was thinking, what are you gonna do with your studio while you`re gone?" "I`m going to give it to Belle Raina." As the name of his former student of now a dance instructor leaves his snout, it calms him down. "Uuuhheheh, I don't want to be all hating here but you know she`s really clumsy right? I mean like despite her 'mistakes', somepony like her looks really hot to-." Stomped his hoof, "MIC! What have i said about about pervs and pervy things?"
Blushed over the thought of how strange a former student of his, would be "courting" with somepony like him.
"Ahahaha, oh the joy of seeing that look. But really why her?"
For over the years that I`ve taught her everything I know, she had potential, grace, and the will of not letting the little things get in the way. I only wish I had her strength to stay and learn from her on how to put up with this infuriated talent I found. I only hoped she has the strength to live her own life while I`m gone.
"Well,. . . I trust her, really hard working, headstrong, just something required to be an instructor." As if the worries were shifted away by a gentle wind.
"Yeah I don`t think she got it given the fact that the last time I let you borrow my boom box, it caught on fire and she barely touched it." Complained like it was something precious to him which was only a 20 bit cheap boom box.
"Point is that I trust her to fill in while I`m gone, and you`re going to be her assistant. Also I said no full contact dancing with you." Suave Steps holds a pose of glory for the last part. Sulking in defeat, Mic knows he won`t get a chance to at least ask Belle out even if it wasn`t related to work.
"Main floor Gentlecolts." eagerly said the bellhop. The two stepped out with a small glint of magic coming out of Mic`s pocket flashing 2 bits to the bellhop with a satisfied nod.
"This is it, you sure you`re ready?" in what sounded like a combat tone from Mic
"Lets get this over with. I`ll be late you know." Same tone by Suave Steps.