I sighed dejectedly as I parted company with Millie at the place where we'd met up outside the café. I really appreciated what Millie was trying to do, but I can’t believe she…he? Dang, I’m almost as confused about that as Millie is. Anyway, I can’t believe Millie really thought Octavia and I could just talk it out. Millie’s a good dude, but kind of clueless when it comes to mares. That wife Millie talks about must be really understanding.
I shook my head as I walked back to the hotel. It was good of Millie to come find me after I left the café. I did feel a little better afterwards, and I made sure to invite her to Rave Beatz. It was…well, kind of horseapples that Octavia and I put Millie through all that, and I felt like I owed her something. I sniffed a little as I raised my shades for just a moment to wipe my eyes. Well, I probably would have invited her anyway. I hated to admit it, but Millie might be my best friend. Totally great, Vinyl. You're closer to some space alien than any other pony.
Back at the hotel, I played some tunes for a while and thought about life, the universe, and everything. Wow, all three of those things were screwed up for me. I had to give Millie - well, Miller back then - credit for making things a little better for the outcome of what happened in Canterlot. It got me started on the right path. Still, I knew I had disappointed Millie by not doing enough to become a better pony.
A little anger brought a frown to my face as I worked some records on my turntables. If Octavia had only been there to help. I guess maybe Millie was right and I was stronger than I thought, but that didn’t mean it was fair.
Well, I had learned a lot. I could be strong and independent. I would show them both. I glanced out the window. It was almost time to go. I checked to make sure the night vision charm was still active on my sunglasses and left the hotel as dusk began to settle over the city.