I usually tend to sleep in a bit more on the second day at the location we're at. It always happens on the second day, I feel happier on the second day, there's less commotion, there's less stress, it's just always better on the second day for me. It was 1:00pm, which is unusual for me because whenever I want to sleep in, I usually get up at 12, well, I kind of did wake up at 12, but I've just been lying here for an hour, thinking to myself about multiple things. Mainly retirement, what am I going to do once I retire? Start a family with somepony? Relocate? I'm not too sure, I'm not even sure if I want to still be drill sergeant for the academy anymore, But anyways, second day, second show, the last show being held in Ponyville, all I have to do for this show is repeat the same moves and techniques I did the previous night and that's about it, show over, then a party.
The parties we have after the show can range from depressing to extremely fun. Though, there has been only three times when the party is completely depressing, and that was at the time of my performance drug abuse, it was awful, I was horrible to my colleagues and friends and I regret doing it, but at least we're all on good terms now, and I stopped using drugs before I got heavily addicted to them. And the fun parties are really enjoyable, I love to dance at the parties, and when not dancing, I like to socialize with my colleagues, they're really interesting ponies, some are eccentric characters with funny personalities and others are lone wolves who each have a mysterious demeanor, but what's really sad is that a lot of the ponies I grew close had to leave for personal and professional reasons. And also, I've been romantically linked to some of them, though nopony found out, because if they did find out, it would be more of a problem for the stallion I would've been seeing, since he wouldn't be able to handle that kind of pressure from the press due to my celebrity status, I don't think. It would be heartbreaking for me, because I would have to break-up with him, but at least he would understand why.
So I got up from my bed in the train carriage, I'm staying in carriage 7 with the rest of the Wonderbolts. Unlike the other carriage that have double bunks, we have triple bunks and a higher roof. I stretched and yawned and stepped outside, my eyes closed at the sight of the Sun but slowly adjusted to it. I looked around to see everypony resetting the equipment for tonight's show and I paced myself back and forth from one end of my train cart to the other end of my train, until I was greeted by one of my good friends and fellow Wonderbolt, High Winds,
"Afternoon, Spitfire"
"Huh, yeah, same to you, Windy" I greeted back.
"Enjoy your sleep?" High Winds asked me.
"Yeah, I guess it was OK, I'm a little bit hungry now" I explained.
"Wanting to get something?" Windy asked me, "The food tent is still serving breakfasts at the moment and mostly everypony is there, Fleetfoot, Surprise, Soarin, and the rest"
"OK, sounds good" I agreed.
I'm now in the food tent, I'm at a table with Silver Lining, Fleetfoot, Soarin, High Winds and Pout, one of the instructors for new employees. They were having lunch whilst I was having breakfast, well brunch considering the time of day, I was eating pancakes, something I shouldn't really have on a show day, as it would probably make me sick, also, it's against my diet. My diet consists of fruits, vegetables, pasta and fish, but my coach says I can have a certain amount of junk food on non-show days, so it isn't all bad,
"So Pout, which cart of ponies is it you're instructing?" Soarin asked Pout.
"Well, mate. I'm instructing cart 5, which isn't bad, they all seem like nice ponies" Pout replied to him.
"Seems cool, man" Soarin replied, "Are any of them nervous about being around us?"
"Nah, not really, they're big fans though" Pout said.
"Oh yeah, am I a favorite to any of them?" Silver abruptly asked.
"Not sure mate, I think Soarin is a favorite to a few of the girls there" Pout replied.
"Hell yeah, man. Girls love a bit of the Soar" Soarin mockingly taunted as he flexed his muscles.
"The Soar?" Me and the rest of the girls chuckled.
"Yeah, girls, the Soar. They can't get enough of me" He proclaimed.
"Funny, I've been working with your annoying ass for eight years and I've had enough of you" Silver Lining joked and chuckled.
Soarin laughed at the joke, "Silver, just because you ain't as beautiful as me"
"Oh, want to bet?" Silver asked him.
"Oh geez, Silver Lining and betting. Two things that don't go well together" Fleetfoot said.
At this point everypony at the table started to laugh in reminiscence of Silver Lining's horrible habit for betting on things, often losing the bet most of the time,
Silver blushed, "No, that was only one game I had in Las Pegasus"
"Silver.." I began, "..you got super drunk on our night off, you played seven games of Blackjack and two games of Pontoon, and you lost all but one of the games, luckily getting all your money back"
"Oh, Pout, isn't the next show being held in Las Pegasus?" Soarin asked.
"I think it is" Pout laughed as he stood up from the table, "Well, I got to go, I got ponies who need instructed"
"See ya, man" Soarin said.
"Yeah, bye" I added.
Pout left as everyone else said bye to him, he was heading over to do his job, and I just finished my food as everypony else finished their lunch,
"Ah, Las Pegasus, nice place, don't you think?" Soarin asked.
"Yeah, if you're a gambling addict like myself" Silver Lining replied.
"Hey man, don't be down about it" Soarin said, "We've all been addicted to something every now and then. For example, I was addicted to coffee and was an insomniac because of it, but now I'm not, so that's good"
"Yeah, we've all had an addiction and just don't know it" Fleetfoot said.
"Huh yeah" Silver said, "Oh shit! We have to go get our costumes on for the show" Silver realized.
"What? The show isn't going to be on for another few hours" I said.
"Yeah, but Seth wanting us to practice for a while, especially you, Spitfire" Silver said.
"Fucking hell, I hate Seth as manager, I wish I could just fire him" I moaned, "He's such a douche bag"
"Yeah, we know that he pushes you to the limit more" High Winds said.
"It's awful, I can't stand it" I said.
"Yeah, well, if he gives you shit we'll stand by you, OK?" Windy said, "But we got to go put our costumes on, before Seth really loses his shit" Winds said.
"Yeah, OK, see ya guys soon, I'll catch up to you guys" I replied.
"Cool" She added, "Bye"
All of them left the table, and I was left by myself, I let out a sigh at the thought of Seth. I hate Seth, so much, so very, very much. He's a Unicorn from Baltimare with extreme anger problems, is horribly rude, extremely foul mouthed and is a disgustingly perverted sexual deviant. The reason I hate him, is because he does not give a shit about anything, he has no respect for any of us and he even threatens to blackmail us a lot of the time. But one good thing is that we don't see him often, he only turns up when he wants to, which isn't as bad as it would be.
But maybe I'm getting a little bit ahead of myself, I can't lose my shit over Seth of all ponies, it won't accomplish anything. And also pissing him off for not getting my costume on will also not accomplish much, so I might as well get up and trot over to the practice area.
I got up and left the food tent, I trotted alongside the train in the direction of where the practice area is, until something caught my eye. Well, it wasn't something as was somepony, a worker who I haven't seen around before, he's probably new. He is a light yellow Earth pony with a light brown and light yellow mane, wearing a cowpony hat and a vest jacket. He was struggling to lift up what looked like a large pillar of steel, he must be a pretty strong dude if he's able to lift up almost 400 lbs of thick metal, but he was struggling, every time he took a step forward he lunged over as if the pillar was straining his back. I have to help him, I just have to, I don't want that poor dude to hurt himself more than he has to. I went up to the stallion and tapped him on the abdomen and said,
"Excuse me, mister. Are you needing any help with that?"
"No, thank you, Ma'am, but I'm doing fine" The stallion replied to me.
The stallion continued to walk on with the metal on his back, he didn't look like he was doing fine to me. So I went on the other side of him and raised the one side of the bar, and with me and him working together, it wasn't heavy at all. He led us on in the direction towards an audience and also, I decided to strike a conversation,
"Are you new?" I asked.
"Yeah, I am, just signed up today" He told me.
"Awesome" I replied, "it's always nice to meet a new recruit. What's your name?"
"Name's Braeburn" He politely replied.
"Nice to meet you Braeburn" I smiled, "You probably know who I am"
"Yeah, I know. You're Spitfire" He chuckled.
I sighed, "The supposed one and only"
"The 'supposed'?" He seemed surprised, "You were great at performing last night" He complimented.
"Thank you" I smiled again.
Got to change subject quick, I don't want to talk about flying,
"Where are you from? You local here?" I asked.
He shook his head, "No, I was raised in Appleloosa" He told me.
Interesting,
"Oh, I've never been there" I said, "Is it nice?"
He thought for a second, "It's pretty there, but it ain't nothing exciting"
"Oh right. You coming to the after-show party tonight?" I asked.
"I never even knew there was one tonight" He said.
"You should come around, it'll be fun" I told him.
"OK, it's not like I'll be doing anything anyways" Braeburn said.
I smiled once, "Yeah, that seems cool"
We made it to the back of the audience stand and dumped the steel pillar behind it, I'm not sure if the pillar was used for anything but it didn't look like it had any purpose. I took a few breaths after letting the heavy metal off of my back and Braeburn said,
"Thank you, Ma'am"
"Please, call me Spitfire" I hate being called ma'am, though that's really nice of him to do so.
"Oh, OK then, thank you Spitfire" He thanked a second time.
Much better,
"You're very welcome, Braeburn" I replied.
"How come you decided to help me anyways?" Braeburn asked.
"You need help, so I wanted to help, I was on my way to where I was going to put my costume and I saw you were having difficulty" I was honest, "So I decided to help"
"Well, thank you again, Spitfire" Braeburn thanked me a third time, "I highly appreciate it"
"No problem" I replied as I backed away, "Any ways, I need to put my costume on"
"OK" He replied.
"Make sure you're able to be at the party" I replied.
"I'll try" Braeburn replied