*BEEP* *BEEP* BEEP* I swatted my hoof at my alarm clock until I hit the button. Opening my eyes I gazed out on the early city through the glass. The dawn shone across the city breaking the business of the night from the quietness of the morning. Getting up, I felt fresh and awake which seemed so new after these past months of no stories and tons of criticism, I finally hit a break, I found Coco Pommel. The last couple of days, I had some more interviews but all came up short, but since I already knew I have at least one scoop, I felt so much less stress than usual.
After I got ready, I locked my apartment, took the elevator down and left the building. Only the city’s earliest risers were out at this time as I trotted towards a small new spa I had heard of from my friend, Vincent, who was always on top of newest shops and businesses. After much walking, I finally looked up to see the sign: Total Relaxation. I hope they were good, not only to get another story but also I just really needed some good relaxation.
I walked in and told the pony at the front desk about my appointment and she scrambled off to find the masseuse as I wandered off into one of the waiting chairs. After a few minutes, the mare was back and led me to a room where a blue stallion stood over a massage table. As the stallion worked out the knots in my shoulders, I thought about my story on Coco Pommel. How would I present her? As a small designer trying to make it big? No too generic. As a loved costumer who was now heading into a different direction? No, that doesn’t seem to embody her as a designer. Hmmmm… What does describe her? Well she worked in Bridleway, she’s a bit shy, she is now going as an independent designer, she has a contagious sweet smile, she has an amazing eye for color coordination, and .. uh… oh she used to be Suri’s assistant. “That’s it!” I said as I jumped to my feet startling my masseuse and almost falling off the table. I laid back down as he continued and I spoke my ideas aloud. “From a designer’s assistant, to the Bridleway stage, finally Coco Pommel breaks free into independent design, as she brings her fashion sense into Manehatten.”
“Sounds interesting to me.” The masseuse chimed. I looked at him through the corner of my eye.
“Now it just depends if the rest of Manehatten agrees with you.” I closed my eyes as I sunk into a deep relaxation.