//------------------------------// // Chapter 6: Seth // Story: The Roadie and the Show Stopper // by Br0nyb0y123 //------------------------------// I'm currently standing in a line with my fellow Wonderbolts at the training grounds, which was essentially where I would be performing during the show, wearing my new Wonderbolts attire that we've started to wear for this year's tour. We were standing as if it were an army drill, awaiting our manager, Seth. As I mentioned before, I highly dislike Seth, he's a disgusting, perverted, foul-mouthed psychopath, who tells us what to do. Whilst I was standing beside Surprise (who was on my left) and Fleetfoot (who was on my right), Seth was pacing back and forth telling us what to do, like a drill sergeant, "All right, you awful ponies" Seth said, "We have a show tonight here in this stinky, fucking awful town. And I just want you all to train, train your damnedest" "But we've already done a show, we'll just repeat the same moves, Seth" Silver opened up. "Do you seriously think I care, I just want you all to train, and I'll get my money" Seth told him coldly, "I expect you to do the best, Spitfire" "How so?" I asked. "You're the most talented, aren't you not? You're the star. The guys in the audience will be..." He paused as he creepily looked at me with his bottom lip bit, "...well, looking at you the most" I just ignored him, the stupid bastard. Why they be looking at me the most? Because I'm attractive? There is plenty of attractive ponies the crowd could be looking at, Seth is just fucking sick, "Well, why are all of yous waiting? Get flying" He ordered. All of us took to the skies, and just as I was about to, Seth stopped me, "Spitfire, hold back" Seth ordered me. "What is it?" I asked in frustration. "I know I give you a hard time, but really I'm doing it for your own good" Seth said, I knew he was lying though. "My own good?" I questioned, "Seth, you're an asshole. I don't know I haven't fired you yet" "Because if you do, I'll tell the press about your little affairs with some of your colleagues" Seth uttered. I was frightened, no one knew about my relationships, and Seth knowing about them is a bad sign. Fuck, I hate him so much, "How do you know that?" I asked in shock. "You'll be surprised how much I know about everyone here. So let's start over, Spitfire" Seth told me, "I would like you to visit me in my office after the show" "What if I don't want to, Seth?" I asked him. "You will, we wouldn't want any secrets let out, would we?" Seth asked back. "Fine, I'll stop by your office after the show" I gave up. "Good" Seth said whilst pulling off a sleazy smirk, "You best be practicing now" Seth walked away and left me to take to the skies and I did so, I was worried now, Seth pretty much has control over me now. It was now break-time for us, we usually take a half hour long break before practicing again, I was sitting beside Fleetfoot, Soarin, Silver Lining and High Winds. I was sitting on a bench trying to catch my breath, whilst the others where talking about the party tonight, "Hey Spitfire, you coming to the party tonight?" Fleetfoot asked me. I was still catching my breath, "Yeah, I will, what about you guys?" "I never miss a party" Fleetfoot replied. "I go for the pie" Soarin said, "And the ladies" "Oh, is The Soar going to try and hit on the new girls?" Silver asked. "Hell yeah, man" Soarin chuckled. "Oh geez" Windy sighed, "You can smell the testosterone coming off of these two" "Well, would you really turn down The Soar, Windy?" Soarin asked in a smug tone. "Well, I think I might consider Silver more attractive" High Winds jokingly replied to Soarin to annoy him. "I guess The Lining just won that point against The Soar" Fleetfoot giggled. "The Lining? Really?" Soarin replied. "I like that" Silver uttered, "Has a ring to it" "It's not as good as The Soar though" Soarin said. "What do you think, Spitfire. The Soar or The Lining?" Fleetfoot asked me. Funny, I'm not really sure. Both nicknames are corny as hell, but I guess The Soar is more funny. I couldn't really care much to be honest, but it's all in good fun, "I prefer The Soar to The Lining, sorry Silver" I grinned. "Oh! That's another point to The Soar!" Soarin cheered as he flexed his foreleg muscles and then kissed each of them. "You feeling alright, Spitfire? You've been awfully quiet the past few days" Windy asked, wanting to make sure I'm alright. "Yeah, I'm fine, Windy. I've just been more tired than usual. Seth's obviously making me work harder than usual, the asshole" I told her. "We should fire that guy" Soarin said. "Would you like to do the honors, Soarin?" Fleetfloot asked. "Fuck no! The dude's like a tank, scary motherfucker as well. I heard a rumor that he killed four ponies back in Baltimare" Soarin replied. "Well, rumors are just rumors. You'll be surprised to hear what ponies say about me" I explained, "They say stuff like 'Spitfire's beautiful tangerine eyes can turn a stallion to stone'" I began to laugh, "Like I'm a gorgon or something, it's odd" "Huh, well. Rumors can be true, Spitfire. Maybe Seth is a murderer" Silver said. "To be honest, it wouldn't surprise me if he was a murderer" I replied. "Shit! That's the half hour up. Let's get back to practicing before Seth comes out and yells at us" Soarin said. "Or worse, murders us" Silver chuckled. We all began to chuckle at that remark. It's after this last session of practicing when we begin to perform in the show, and it run exactly like last night, it should be better though