How Can Love Be a Genre

by Thefreakery


Now I`m (You`re) Gone

Last day of fame, or should I say infamous? Who even cares what I think, all I wanted right now is the escape. So long wretched life of celibacy, new home here I come.

"Hey wake up" Mic nudged Suave, trying to snap him out of his subconscious.

"Uggh. . wha. . sorry I`m just tense thats all." Rubbing his head for comfort. Both walked down the lobby growing closer to a mixture white noise and screaming fans waiting. Other ponies were eyeing them with awe.

For Celestia`s sake, I'm just one pony.

Exiting through the door Suave Steps smelt the reek of havoc.

"SUAVE HERE, OVER HERE!"

"HEY SUAVE GIVE ME A POSE HERE!"

"I LOVE YOU SUAVE STEPS, AAAHHH!"

The two swiftly galloped to the waiting carriage taking them to the Grand Equestrian Station. Dodging every eager photographers, writers, and fans easily since Steps was NOW a former Dance Instructor. Using liquifying techniques which felt like beginners moves to him. Mic being left behind in the crowd jumped surfing the ponies, decide using his magic to catch up. Built up too much speed right into the mellow pegasus.

*SMACK*

Their crash almost tipping the carriage was the signal for the go.


"Yo, what the F,' that really hurts!"

"Sorry dude, it was the only way to catch up." Their mangled bodies twitch in pain from the impact, trying to get they're barring to their utmost surprise of seeing Suave Steps manager.

"Ohohohoh, even your clumsiness iz graceful since you`re the biggest stah in Manehattan, no?"

Laying across the other side of the carriage wearing her signature dress of black and purple stripes and trending sun glasses. Photo Finish, the famed equestrian photographer now taking part of being a manager (first time) with the distraught artist/dancer.

"Photo Finish, what are you doing here?" said the confused pegasus.

"It was brought to my attention that you needed some time alone away from zhis work, also I found your resignation letter in my office."

Not pleased by the action Suave made, she had the glint from her glasses suspected of an idea.

"BUT. . .since zhis is my first time working as a manager, I`ll let it slide and let you have a vacation."

" You probably don`t understand, I-"

Interrupted when the mare came up close to him, snout to snout, "My last model was a bit of a fluke, but you`re zhe best I have worked with, and Zi am not going to lose it all again over some too much attention. Besides I can see that you have . . .ZHE MAGIC."

The sudden stop of the carriage made the two colts quickly tumble out, conveniently right in front of the station.

"Oh zand one more thing, where ever you are in Equestria I have my resources of finding stahs. . .Ta Ta for now!"

Photo Finish rode off into traffic leaving the dusty stallions baffled from the conversation.

"You know, her accent does sound weird, man." Mic pondered about the random fact.

"Whatever, lets just go"

Suave Steps voiced echoed away as he walk ahead.

The inside of the grand station smelt of fresh oil mixed with clean burning steel from the tracks. Varieties of different classes of ponies shuffling around the central hall with the sight of the beautifully curved ceiling with amazing paintings. No matter how many times a pony had visited, the sight is enough to distract even the most open-eyed, who wouldn`t notice a celebrity. Still, with the idea of hiding in plain sight, Suave took precautions by putting on sunglasses just in case. didn`t took long in finding the right tracks for his true destination.

"Well. . ., this is it. I`m not very good at this since this is a first but, back at the studio I need you to help Belle setting up the new equipment for the young students tomorrow."

Mic expected a heartfelt goodbye from his friend instead raised an eyebrow.

"The hell are you talking about?"

"I'm just kidding, when I get there I`ll write to you guys on how I`m doing. And I`ll be expecting that there be no trouble from you."

Giving a joyful laugh at the start of his confession.

"No Promises."

*BROHOOF*

The two turned from each other walking off to their daily lives.

"Next stop, PONYVILLE!"

What sounded as a beautiful ring to Suave`s ears


Such bliss to my life, in just an hour or so, I`ll be living my dream. No pressure and no annoyance. Hmm. . .though the popularity was good till short lived. Belle Raina, I`m sorry if this became all too sudden, you really showed potential all those years. Wish all this would all disappear and be going with our lives, but didn`t regret having to met you and Mic. Mic you freak, you better not be doing anything to h-

"Umm. . . excuse us sir?"

His thoughts were disrupted by the sound of three fillies. One of a yellow earth pony with bright red hair color and a pink bow-tie on her head. The second, a white unicorn with swirly hair shown of purple and magenta. The last was a ruffled haired pegasus with an orange coat and purple mane.

"Can I help you three?"

"We were wondering. . " said the earth pony.

"If we can have. . " Next the unicorn.

Then the pegasi, "Your autograph!?"

Suave Steps turned his head across each side of the cart, ponies didn't noticed and were going on with their business. Turned back to the three smiling fillies each holding the same album of his recent release Pretty Rave Mare. Felt disgusted by the sight of his profanity, never wanted to do anything with his former work but the puppy-eyed fillies were too much to bare. His selflessness gave in.

*sigh*

"All right, but you have to promise me, no pony must know that I`m here, alright?"

"We promise."

The fillies squealed in partial excitement in the name of his secrecy. Writing each of his album with his name and a small heart just for the three. Quickly saying their "thank you," they ran back giggling to their own cart.

Really sweet little fillies

By then, the scenery from his window changed from what was all forest into wide open grasslands, with a small town already coming up ahead.

"Few minutes till we reached our destination, passengers."

The same conductor recently before announcing the departure, again rang a tone to his ears.