Chapter 2: A Day To Remember
When Fluttershy finally let go of Roadie, She had soaked half of Roadie's and her own mane in tears, and Twilight was sitting back in her chair reading the same book she was when Fluttershy came to the door, only, by now, she had almost finished it. Roadie had never been more appreciative of somepony else's concern. Roadie went to go retrieve his guitar, which he then slung over his shoulder with the strap. Fluttershy was confused, "Where are you going?" she asked. Roadie pointed over to the music store not too far down the street, considering that he could point at it from the window of Twilight's house. Roadie looked at Fluttershy, "Would you like to come with me?" Roadie whistled. Fluttershy's face lit up like the sun. "I would love to!" Fluttershy said. Twilight was unaware of them walking out the door as she closed her book and said "Finished! … Guys…. Guys? "
As Fluttershy and Roadie walked in through the front door of the music store, the small store chime went off behind them, and there was just row, after row, after row, of guitars and other string instruments lining the walls. There was about a quarter of the store devoted to wind instruments and another quarter for percussion instruments and such. Roadie kept walking along, but Fluttershy looked about inside of the music store, just in awe with all of the instruments as if she stepped into a new world that she had been missing out on her entire life. Roadie went and picked up 2 small bags with 6 Nylon guitar strings in each. He walked up to the counter and handed the cashier, (who looked like she could have been related to Vinyl Scratch,) 4 bits. Roadie then walked over to Fluttershy, who was hypnotized near one of the guitar racks. When Roadie patted Fluttershy on the back to make sure everything was alright, she snapped her eyes wide as if startled, when she realized that it was Roadie, she turned back, smiled, and said, "Isn't it beautiful?" She then pointed at a cherry burst Les Paul hanging almost in front of all the other guitars on the specific rack. Roadie walked over to it, picked it up, and walked over to the counter, Fluttershy was confused in all of this.
Roadie set the Les Paul down on the counter and pulled the acoustic guitar off of his back, and turned it so that the strings were facing the ground and shook it. A large bag of bits fell out onto the strings, which he then pulled out and handed to the cashier. Then Roadie turned around and pointed at Fluttershy, the cashier shrugged. Roadie sighed and walked over to her and pointed at her cutiemark. Then Roadie came back and pointed and the white plate on the Les Paul. Fluttershy still wasn't completely sure what was happening, but if it was she was thinking, she might cry from sheer happiness. The Cashier took a good look at the cutiemark and then pulled out what looked like… a Tattoo needle? But it had a different body shape. The cashier spent about 3 minutes buzzing the tool against the plate on the guitar. Roadie then retrieved a guitar hard case, amp, and cord that came with the purchase of the guitar. Roadie placed the guitar in the case, slung his acoustic over his shoulder, picked up the case with the guitar in it, and set it down in front of Fluttershy.
Fluttershy was about to hug him again, but the amp he was carrying in his mouth would've surely cause them some pain from how hard she would've hugged him. Fluttershy picked up the guitar case with tears of joy welling in her eyes, and walked out with Roadie. "Why can't someone do that for me?" asked the cashier as soon as they were out the door.
They had a very peaceful glide on the way to Fluttershy's cottage, she would occasionally look over at him just out of amazement that someone had been so kind to her. When they arrived, Fluttershy invited Roadie in. Roadie set down the equipment next to the couch, and Fluttershy set the guitar case down next to all the equipment. They looked up at each other and Fluttershy just could not get over the fact that this pony, that she had met just a couple of hours ago, bought her something, let alone a guitar. Roadie and Fluttershy sat down on the couch and roadie put his favorite mix tape in her stereo system. They sat and listened to music until they saw the light outside fade. Fluttershy looked over at Roadie, "Oh, well I guess you have to go now, back to your home." She said it with an almost depressed tone. Roadie matched the depressed tone with his face and his whistling when he said "I don't have a home, remember? I just got here yesterday, but I'm sure I'll find somewhere to sleep." Fluttershy looked horrified. "You don't have to sleep out there in the cold of night; you should really stay the night here." Roadie whistled back "I couldn't do that, I would surely get in the way of you or your animals." Fluttershy looked at him with the most pleading eyes he had ever seen. He agreed to stay. Fluttershy couldn't have been happier; she went upstairs to put the guitar and equipment away, like she should've done when she got home. When she came back down, she only saw Roadie's guitar against the wall where he was standing when she went upstairs. She looked worriedly around the house for him only to find him in the kitchen cooking dinner.
Roadie was making breakfast for dinner, because that's all he knew how to cook, other than the occasional snack he would put together from whatever he could find. Fluttershy was going to stop him, but he was already halfway into making pancakes and grits. He took about 2 pancakes and placed them on a plate, he covered them with syrup, then added the grits and put a nice lump of butter on top and set it down in front of Fluttershy at the table. He then made his own plate with about the same serving size and sat down across the table from her. They talked about their favorite musicians and past times. They also talked about hobbies and stories of things that happened between them and their friends, until both of their plates were clean. Roadie came over and picked up Fluttershy's plate and continued towards the sink, he rinsed off the plates and placed them on the counter next to the sink.
Now stood the question of the night, 'Where was Roadie sleeping?' Roadie had insisted that he slept on the couch, but Fluttershy argued that he would be harassed by animals during the night. As she said that, she turned to see several animals run off, she blushed. Roadie eventually gave in, and she decided he would sleep in Fluttershy's room. Fluttershy went upstairs and told him that he should go to bed by at most 10:00, because it helps you get up in the morning, and when you take a shower you won't get head rushed as easily. Roadie agreed and sat down on the couch, promising himself that he wouldn't fall asleep there. He picked up his guitar and began playing 'Purple Haze' by Jimi Hendrix. By the time he was finished, he was surrounded by just about every kind of animal that he could fit around him was sitting, watching, and listening to him play, a few applauded. He decided that it was time to go to bed. The clock read 9:30, so Roadie was keeping his promise. He carefully opened the bedroom door to see Fluttershy sleeping, facing the window across from the door. There was a large, inviting looking space in the bed, and Roadie took it, he had never fallen asleep so quickly.
When morning came, Roadie could only think about what a great day yesterday was, and how he wanted to make today even better. He looked over to see Fluttershy, lying in bed, awake, with a smile on her face. It wasn't an overdone smile, but it was pretty well put. She said, "So what do you want to do today?" Roadie looked at her, and thought, because he didn't know. Then he thought of something great, something fantastic, and something that would make this day nice, relaxed, and fun. He was going to teach her how to play her new guitar. When he whistled that to Fluttershy, she got excited she flew out of bed to go get it, she hooked it up to a power out let in the wall. Roadie set it so that the distortion was almost completely off, turned the reverb up, and the volume to about loud enough to where Roadie can still hear his acoustic clearly over the electric he had purchased her. He flew downstairs to grab his acoustic and came back up to find Fluttershy staring at the white plate on the Les Paul. He got the cashier at the music store to etch her cutiemark, color and all, into the white plate. She was quite happy that not only did he pay for the guitar and the equipment, but that he paid extra to get it personalized. He came over with his acoustic guitar, Identical to his cutiemark, and slung it around in front of him, ready to play. She spent all morning with him learning the basics.