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// Virtuosette 
// Story: Pearl 
// by A Hoof-ful of Dust 
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Vinyl pushed her glasses back up her muzzle, the violet lenses hiding her eyes, and waved the magazine she had been reading at Sweetie as she entered the studio.

"Every journalist that strings together words about music is talking up your performance last night. That's the other definition of a rave."

"I couldn't have done it without you," Sweetie said, suddenly realizing she had no proper way to thank Vinyl.

"You did do it without me," Vinyl said with a grin. "Everything's all about that encore, nothing about the SB/PON-3 record." On noting Sweetie's fallen face, she quickly added: "Hey, I don't need the recognition. I've been on more underground bootlegs than I can count."

"Still. I want to thank you for putting that out."

"Hey, Lyra was the one who pushed for it. You thank her."

Sweetie had, and likely would again. Living with Lyra Heartstrings was occasionally frustrating, but she meant well and was incredibly endearing while doing so. Most of the time.

"So Sweetie," Vinyl said from behind the mixing board, "are you ready to lay the first track down?"

Sweetie positioned herself behind the microphone in the recording booth. "Sure am."

She slip the headphones on over her ears.

"Gimme a beat."