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“That’s the one!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed.
“Ugh, about time.” With a sigh of relief, I undid the strap on my guitar and placed it on the stand. “If you had me do that lead one more time I was gonna break this guitar over your head.”
“Hey, that might cure the headache I got from listening to you fuck it up a billion times in a row,” she fired back.
I playfully flipped her off, both of us laughing as I sat down next to her. Dash’s eyes were fixed on the computer screen as she clicked the mouse in her hand. Today was the last day of recording for our new album, and we were both ready for it to be over. All that was left were a few guitar lines me and her had to record, and then the stems would be ready to be sent off to production.
Rainbow Dash let out a deep sigh as she gave the mouse one last exaggerated click, turning away from the mixing board to face me. “And—thank fuck—that’s a wrap,” she exhaled. “This is definitely our best work yet.”
Groaning, I sank into my chair. “It better be,” I replied. “It took twice as long to write and record as the last album.”
“Don’t get comfy,” Dash remarked. “That was just recording; we gotta start rehearsing soon. There’s only one more month until we go on tour again.”
If I could have sunk further into the chair, I would have. Ever since I returned from Canterlot City a while ago, I’d been thoroughly assessing how I feel about touring. I thought that with enough time and relaxation, I would feel rejuvenated enough to tackle life on the road again.
But I spent an equal amount of time thinking about when and how to have this conversation.
I'd made my decision, and the time was now.
“Actually, Dash,” I began, “there’s something I need to talk to you about.”