Moping. It was all Singer could do for the first few days after what had transpired. Eventually, Singer new he would have to come out of seclusion. He couldn't hide forever. Sooner or later, he'd have to go back to performing and face Serenity.
When he eventually did, he didn't get much out of her. She had appeared to be supportive of Singer during this time. As his marefriend, she felt obligated to do so. Singer felt a small sense of comfort in this. But things just didn't add up. There was a missing peice of the puzzle to why Violet left him behind, and decided to basically end her friendship with Singer. And he'd spend every minute he had in solitude, thinking and thinking of why it happened, how it happened. But he couldn't figure it out. Eventually, he came to accept that he would only know if Violet was willing to tell her, and as it stood right now, she didn't seem willing to tell him anything. He'd sent a few letters to her, but would get nothing back. Eventually he just gave up.
Serenity on the other hoof, had come to the conclusion that now that Violet was no longer in the picture, that what happened in Canterlot was merely a small price to pay for the deed she had done. She felt little remorse for it, the small part she felt was for the fact that Singer was hurt in the process. She had become somewhat of a monster over the course of the last few months. The fame had gone to her head, and everything had to be her way. And Singer's pushover nature often aided in her getting her way. She behaved dispicibly. She was rude to her makeup artists, was highly critical of her assistants. Showbizz had changed her for the worse. However Singer was too blind to see it.
Singer was also too blind to see how showbizz had changed him as well. He too, often found himself acting like a bit of a diva. Especially now, six months after losing touch with Violet. Sadness and anger drove him into a new state of assertiveness towards the assitants and even to an extent, some of the ponies who he worked for and with; Uncle Fender included. Though he dare not try to talk back to Serenity. He knew that she would put him in his place if he ever tried to talk back to her. What he didn't realize was, that Serenity was ruling him. Her own self consciousness and insecurity had finally rubbed off on Singer completely. Neither of them were ever happy any more. And their relationship had become a joke. But, as aformentioned, they were both too blinded by their busy schedules and in themselves to realize it.
A huge show was coming up in Manehattan. Just a few days away, Singer and Serenity had already arrived in the city to get a little rest and relaxation, as well as prepare for a big show that would consist of several other solo performers, bands, duets, and instrumentals. Uncle Fender had two performances to prepare for. One with Singer and Serenity, as well as the rest of the band, which had different members, as far as drummers and keyboard players, in almost every show, and his own perfomance with his guitar solo in the instrumentals class. He had stayed in the hotel room with Singer and Serenity, as it was big enough for three.
The two had grown accustomed to sleeping in the same bed over the last few months, but never really talked or did anything else but sleep when they did. They hadn't really bonded much in the last six months as they had both just been bitter, not so much towards each other, but neither of them ever seemed happy. They were like an old unhappy married couple that only griped and complained at each other and never got close. They had become a joke, as far as being a couple is concerned.
Tonight was a bit different though. They were both excited to perform in front of the other bands and show them what they had in them. As they lie in bed, they both discussed all of the big names they were going to be performing with. HUGG, Imagine Griffins, Marelor Swift, even the King of Rock and Roll himself, Elvis Horsely, a personal hero of Singer's. Really, Singer was a big Elvis fan! He ranked him right up there with Princess Celestia on his heroes list, and for the first time in months, the two actually had a decent conversation.
"I can't believe it!" Singer exclaimed. "I'm going to be performing on the same stage, on the same day as THE KING HIMSELF!"
Serenity giggled. "I know you're excited Singer, but you really need to keep your composure. At least until we perform. We wouldn't want a repeat of Canterlot, now would we?"
Singer sighed at the mention of it, but his excitement for the show overruled his depression. "Yeah, yeah I know. I'm too pumped up for this thing to let something like that get in the way of this, though. THIS IS HUGE!"
"Hey! Could you two keep it down, please?" moaned a tired Uncle Fender, sleeping in the bed next to them. "I'm trying to sleep!"
"Sorry!" Singer whispered.
"It's alright... just don't forget to trim the pancakes on the staircase when you turn off the light..." he followed that weird sleep talk with a loud snore before going quiet once more.
The two laughed as quietly as they could at Fender's sleep talk, shortly before Singer planted a kiss on Serenity's cheek.
"I know I haven't been myself for a while, but I feel like now that we're here doing this show together, that I can finally move on form what happened. Thank you for being there for me."
Serenity felt a slight hint of guilt come upon her, as Singer rolled over and started to fall asleep. This trip had done wonders for her as well, at least so far it had. If she wasn't so tired from the train ride up there, she probably wouldn't have slept much due to dealing with the guilt of breaking up a long friendship between Singer and his best friend. She tried to justify what she did, but it only made her feel worse. She eventually shrugged it off and told herself that it was just because she was tired and needed to get some sleep. She'd feel better in the morning.
The next two days went off without a single problem. Singer and Serenity, along with Fender, went and saw the sights that could be seen in Manehattan. Forgetting about what she had thought about the first night, Serenity focussed on hanging out with Singer. The heat would be on soon, and they wanted to get as much fun as they could before it became crunch time.
All of the places that they could go, and all of the tall buildings there were to look at, it wasn't hard for them to have a good time. Fender was especially excited because of all of the music stores that were in town. They counted at least six. All of them were great! Fender purchased some new picks for his guitar, since his old ones were getting worn out anyway. And Singer picked up a banjo that was on sale.
"Singer, brah, you don't even know how to play a banjo!" said Fender, with a chuckle.
"Well... no, but I can learn!" he said as he proudly walked out of the store with his new instrument. But as they continued down the block, that wouldn't the only thing that he picked up that day.
The trio decided to go into a pet store. Well, Singer did. The others just followed. Singer had always wanted a pet, but was never allowed to have them when he lived at home with his parents.
The store was run by a griffin who went by the name of Reggie, an avid pet owner and animal lover. Singer shared this fascination, and the two shared quite a conversation, before turning Singer loose in the store. He would sometimes read books about animals, as one of his many fascinations with life. As he walked through the store looking at all of the animals, from cats, to dogs, to fish, amphibians, and then he came across one section in particular that caught his eye... the reptile section. He looked into the tanks of the geckos, mostly. Most of them were green or yellow with black stripes. But one small gecko stood out to him above the others. This particular gecko was red with black stripes. According to what he'd read about them, it was rare.
Singer stood there and looked at the gecko for a few minutes, and as he did, the gecko looked toward his direction and licked it's eye.
"I'LL TAKE IT!" exclaimed Singer aloud, everypony in the store looking at him quizzically, including Serenity and Fender.
"Huh?" said Reggie, looking up from a magazine that he was reading. "You find something you wanna buy, kid?"
Singer beamed, "yes this little red gecko here!"
Reggie walked over to his side, and looked into the tank. "Ah... an interesting choice there. Nopony has ever taken an interest to this fella. He doesn't really do much, except sit there. He's kinda lazy."
"That's fine by me." he replied, as he paid for the gecko and some supplies that he'd need for him. He'd get a tank later, the gecko seemed content to just sit on Singer's shoulder. To Singer, this was the perfect kind of pet. One that he could always take with him, and that wouldn't be much of a problem.
Both Fender and Serenity scoffed and teased Singer about buying the thing all the way back to the hotel. But Singer didn't care. He had always wanted a pet, and now he finally had one.
"What in the wide world of Equestria compelled you to get that little thing?" asked Fender, still taunting Singer over buying the reptile.
"Because, he's a lot like me." responded Singer. "He's different from everypony-er-gecko else. Often viewed as less than other more normal ponies-er geckos."
"So what, buying that lizard is supposed to be some form of symoblism or something?" chimed in Serentiy.
"Kind of. I got him mostly because I wanted to help the little guy out. It wasn't long ago that I was in his situation, sort of... Plus, I think he likes me."
"Whatever makes you happy, Sunshine..." remarked Serenity satrically.
"Mock all you want, Reni! But this little guy is gonna be well worth all the stuff I'm going to do for him!"
"Reni?" she asked quizzically.
"Yeah it's a nick name. Well more like a shortened version of your name."
"Huh... I, uh, like it... Cheesey, but meh.." she said unsurely, as she once again as guilt came upon her once again. Nicknames were usually something that friends gave each other, and now Singer was giving her a nickname, because it was her herself had chased Violet away, and it was obvious that Singer was still working to fill that void as much as he could. She cringed at the thought of Singer ever finding out that it was her fault. She had to shake her head to get out of her train of thought. She didn't want to feel this way, for she still wanted to believe that she was in the right. But no matter what, she couldn't shake it.
"Something wrong?"
"No, I'm just a bit tired." she lied, trying to avoid any conversation about her personal thoughts. She turned in a different direction, facing the way back to the hotel. "I'm just going to go back to the hotel room and take a nap." Perfect cover story!
"Want me to come with you?" he inquired, seemingly hopeful that she'd let him.
"No... no, just keep having fun. I've got some things to take care of before I can nap. I'll see you later."
"Oh... alright then." said Singer. "Get well rested. We're still on for tonight, right?" he said, with a smile and a wink, referring to a date that they had planned for that night.
"Uh... yeah, definitely. I better get going, I'm getting more tired by the minute."
"Alright. Be safe, Serenity. I guess I'll see you in a few hours."
"Okay then..." she trailed off as she walked back to the hotel, and left Singer and Fender to partake in some Uncle/Nephew bonding, something that the two hardly ever got to do, due to their busy schedules. Once Serenity had disappeared, the two took out a map of the place and began plotting some fun, and perhaps even some mischief to do for the rest of the evening.
"So..." started Singer. "What do you want to do first?"
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In the hotel room, Serenity lied down on the bed and pressed her face into the pillow. She didn't know why, just now that she was starting to feel guilty about everything that she did not only to Violet, but to Singer. What Singer had said to her about being supportive of him, hit her right between the eyes because she knew that it wasn't true. And as hard as she tried, she couldn't get it off of her mind. She then got up out of her bed and began walking around.
'Why do I feel so guilty? Why should I feel so guilty? I was only trying to do what it took to make sure that Singer didn't get distracted from what was important.' These were the thoughts that poured through her mind. No matter what excuse she could come up with, they all seemed petty to her now. This angered her greatly, and it showed when she threw a bar of soap across the room, while standing by sink.
As she lie back down to take her nap, she felt like she knew what had to be done. Keep her mind on the performance tomorrow at all costs, as long as she and Singer did that, things would be as they once were. And she could finally forget about all of this.
"You've got to get over this, now Serenity..." she said to herself, as she pulled her covers over her. "Tomorrow, the real work begins and you can finally put all of this behind you!"
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The big day had finally come, the day that everypony had been waiting for! A small number of the greatest performers from all of Equestria and beyond had arrived in Manehattan, and were ready to showcase their talents. Including a couple of eager young perfomers by the names of Singer and Serenity. Their hearts liked to have skipped a beat when they walked past a few of their idols. Especially Singer's when "The King" walked by when they had reached the auditorium in which they would be doing their performances.
"OH MY GOODNESS!" squeeled Singer, like a raging fan-colt, as he walked by the rock and roll legend, and actually got a wink from him. "He winked at me! That's two parts disturbing, but fifty parts awesome!"
"Doesn't it feel great to be among those who inspire greatness rather than those who'll weigh you down?" Serenity said with a smirk.
"Uuuuh.... I suppose." replied Singer unsurely, as he tried to figure out what she meant by that.
"Well, I'll see you in the dressing room ASAP, alright?" she said giving him a kiss. "Bring me some fries, will ya?"
"Uh, yeah... sure thing, sweetie!" he said, shaking his head, as Serenity walked off. "Gotta clear my mind and focus on performing.... as well as finding out what time ELVIS goes on stage so I can see him perform! He he he.... Right! No more distractions... no more distractions... no more.... OOOH a distraction!" He said as he walked toward the concession stands located near the front doors of the auditorium that he'd be perfoming at soon.
As he waited in line at one of the many lines, he was so deep in thought that he almost didn't notice that in the line right next to him, was the King himself, Elvis Horesly, wearing a bit of a disguise to make it a little harder to tell who he was. The white stallion with a rock and roll style black mane, wearing garments that looked like they came from his parents' youth days, and a pair of shiny black sun glasses. Singer couldn't help but speak up, he had to, even if his voice cracked a bit during the first two attempts to talk to the star.
"Oh, hey dude! You're Elvis! My goodness you look even taller in person!" he whispered to the stallion, then biting his lip as he metally slapped himself for that stupid comment.
Elvis just turned and looked at Singer with a crooked smile, and acknowledged Singer.
"Why yes, son! I am!" he spoke back in a moderate tone of voice. "I'm mighty pumped for the show. You playin in it?"
"Yeah, I'm a vocalist. My name is actually pretty redundant to what I do. My name is Singer Case!"
"Well Singer" said Elvis. "Looking forward to hearing what you got!"
"And I look forward to seeing and hearing your performance as well, Mr The King!"
Before they knew it, they were both at the very front of their respective lines.
"Well kid, I better order myself my peanut butter and banana sandwich and boogie on back-stage!" he replied swaying his hips a bit, in the way he usually did on stage. "Looks like I may have given myself away. Good luck kid!" he said as he grabbed his order and ran off, with a lot of adult mare fans began to chase him.
"Was that...?" said the vender working the concession stand, mesmerized that he just saw Elvis.
"Elvis 'The King' Horsely? No, I don't know what you're talking about!" smirked Singer. "That'll be two orders of fries, one with cheese on top please!"
"Yeah...sure" replied the still stunned vender. "You're a perfomer so it's on the house!"
"Oh, well... thanks sir!" Singer beemed as he took the try, slid it carefully onto his wings and wondered off backstage to find his and Serenity's dressing room. His new pet gecko, had slid out of his mane (where he'd been hiding) onto his back and began to eat one of Singer's cheese fries. "Oh Louie! My goodness! I already fed you this morning!"
The gecko didn't say anything. He just slowly chewed on one of the cheese fries in the tray while on Singer's back.
"I have a feeling that we are going to get along just fine!" chuckled the stallion as he pressed on.
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Singer stood backstage, watching "The King" perform one of his favorite songs, "Jail House Rock". It was one of his dreams to see Elvis perform live and in person, and he was getting a back stage view of the whole thing. He and a number of other performers, assistants, agents and whomever else happened to be nearby, all watched as the King rocked out.
"The Warden threw a party in the County Jail
The prison band was there and they began to wail
The band was jumpin and the joint began to swing
You shoulda heard those hyped up jailbirds sing!
Let's rock! Everypony let's a-rock!
Everypony in the whole cell block!
Come on and do the jail house rock!"
As he played his guitar, Singer noticed that his uncle made a bold move and joined Elvis on stage, joining his accoustic with his electric, making the instrumental sound ten times cooler than what it originally did. Elvis didn't seem to mind that Fender was on stage with him either, it was almost as if it was staged.
Little did anypony realize, that it was Fender's other act the whole time. Fender had planned the whole thing out with Elvis, as a treat to his nephew. Singer couldn't believe his eyes when the King himself waved Singer to come out on stage and sing with him.
Excited, Singer jumped at the opportunity and joined Elvis at the mic.
"Why don't you take the second verse, kid?" said Elvis.
"R-Really?!?"
"Oh yeah, come on! Show us all what you got!"
"ALRIGHT THEN!!!"
"Spider Murphey played the tenor saxiphone
Little Joe was blowin on the slide trombone
The drummer boy from Idahoof went crash, boom, bang
The whole rhythm section was the Canterlot gang"
Elvis joined him for the three lined chorus, as they both prepared to wrap the song up.
"Let's rock! Everypony let's rock!
Everypony on the whole cell block
was dancin to that jailhouse rock!"
As they finished the chorus, Fender and Elvis both jammed out playing the chorus instrumental one last time before they strummed the big finish. As the stallions began to catch their breaths, while collecting the applause of the spectating audience, the performance wouldn't have been complete without Elvis saying his famous catchphrase...
"Thank you, thank you very much!"
Many screaming fanmares on the front row screamed, and reached out for the middle aged stallion, as he and his guests went backstage. Much to the disappointment of his screaming fans, that was to be Elvis' only performance that day. Elvis had to run back stage as quicly as he could so that the fanmares who were able to get on stage and get past security wouldn't catch him. So Singer and Fender had to run or fly as fast as Elvis could run to stay with him.
Back in the dressing room, Serenity didn't feel like watching the show. She sat in the chair as her makeup assistants powdered her face, and getting her hooves hooficured. She was beginning to get nervous because her and Singer's time slot was coming soon, and Singer hadn't come back yet. She was getting impatient, and she began to take her frustration out on her assistants.
"OW!" she yelled at the pony powdering her face. "What do you think I am? A wall you can just hit on?!?"
"I'm very sorry miss..." said the mare apologetically. "I really didn't mean to... I'll be more careful..."
"Yes, you will or you'll be fired!" she snapped. The pre-vacation version of Serenity had returned. Her less than pleasant tone that her assistants had grown accustomed to with her. It was a wonder that she'd never had to replace any of them because of how impossible she could be at times.
"Yes ma'am..." said the assistant, trying her hardest to hold back her tears.
"Why are you crying? I didn't do anything to you! Go take a break until you can get your head back together!"
"Yes ma'am... thank you ma'am." she said, trying not to sob in front of Serenity or her fellow assitants.
Serenity's next victim would be her wardrobe advisor. Her advisor was a young unicorn mare with white fur and a short pink mane, who went by the name, Thimble. She levitated a beautiful white dress in front of Serenity, to show her what she thought would be good for the performance. Serenity, still on her power trip, scowelled at the dress, and then at her assistant, who immediately began to express her fear upon noticing Serenity's facial expression.
"This was the best you could do?!?" shouted Serenity as she stomped toward her assistant.
"I... uh... well..." was all the staggering mare could say. At this point, she was fearing for her life, trying to fight past her trembling teeth. "I thought you would like it... it matches the one that you did your first performance with, nicely... or at least I thought...."
"Well you thought wrong!" she said with a forceful tone, still scowling at her. Her eyes might as well had been stabbing her in the heart with the weight of her glare.
"I'm sorry, Miss Serenity! Please don't fire me! I... really didn't mean to offend..."
The mood calmed down instantly when the door flung open Singer and Fender entered the dressing room, apparently still in conversation with somepony, probably Elvis. Thimble high tailed it out of there, in hopes of letting Serenity calm down, while Serenity's attention turned to the two stallions who walked in the room, laughing their flanks off.
"No you're the stallion!" yelled Singer with laughter. "Thank you so much, sir! That was something I'll never forget!"
A bit of mumbling was heard, which was the sound of an un-readable voice to him being far away from where Serenity was sitting. But it was a brief mumble, because Singer quickly responded.
"Thank you again, you have a wonderful night!" Singer shouted as he waved good bye to the musical icon.
"Yeah! You rock, brah!" shouted Fender as he shut the door.
The two immediately plopped down into their chairs and exhaled. Both of them had just did a song with a Legend! They were pumped up! But one pony in particular was less than pleased at this.
"Serenity, you won't believe wha-"
"What do you think you're doing?!?" she belted furiously. "Do you realize that we have only ten minutes until we go on? Where were you?!?"
"Uncle Fender and I just performed with Elvis Horsely!" shouted Singer.
"We didn't just perform, we killed the audience! I mean The King did most of the work, but we added our share..."
"What have I told you two about being punctual and not getting distracted by stupid things?"
"There you go using the D word again..." chuckled Singer. "We weren't distracted, babe! We were performing! That was Fender's other performance and as a surprise, he invited me! It's far from stupid!"
"I hope you didn't strain your voice" she deadpanned, still scolding them. "Because I'd hate to have to perform ALONE, yet again!"
"What's your problem, Reni? You need to chillax!" replied Singer, now with a bit of irritation in his voice. "We came here to have fun, remember?"
"The fun ended five hours ago!" she quipped. "Or at least it should have! I told you, HONEY, that all performances are serious matters, vacation or not!" Her voice was growing more condescending by the minute.
"Okay, something is up with you! You've been acting really weird the whole time we've been here!"
"I'm not acting weird, and quit trying to change the subject!"
"I'm not! And come on, I thought we were done fighting! I really don't need this, not now... you know that."
"Oh when are you going to get over her?!?" she said. "I didn't get rid of her, just so you could keep bringing her up and being distracted without her even being.... in.... your......" she tried to stop herself, but it was too late. The guilt and the anger had finally brought it out, and a look of hurt came upon Singer's face. She was busted!
"Wait...." he said, trying to put it all together in his mind. "You... had something to with Violet leaving that night?"
"Um..." she clamped her mouth shut. She had been caught, there was no avoiding it this time. "........maybe."
"What did you say to her?" Singer growled angrily, his ears folded back. "What did you say to her, WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!"
"I told her to get lost and that you didn't need her anymore! You're with me, Singer!"
"That's what this has been about?!? You think that me and her.... NO! We're just friends! Always have been since we were six years old!"
Fender's facial expressions at this point had gone blank, as nervousness hit him while watching their exchange. He decided to sneak out the door and let them handle this one on their own. And who could blame him? The poor stallion already had to step in when Singer's own brother tore him down during his own wedding ceremony. He couldn't bare to watch this, especially since he'd had his own experiences with this kind of thing before. Thankfully, he left unnoticed.
"Oh please! I've seen you two together. All of the blushing, and the awkwardness and the sweet talk in your letters... It's as clear as day that at least one of you likes the other. And I think you like her!"
"...so you got rid of her because you're jealous then? Well... whatever the reason, that was a very messed up thing to do, Serenity! I can't believe how selfish you've become!"
"I've become selfish?!? Look in the mirror, you idiot! You are no better than me!"
"You know what? I don't have time for this!" Singer said, as he turned his face away. Conveniently, he was now facing a mirror. No, the purple version of himself wasn't there, but he could tell just by looking at himself in the mirror that he wasn't happy, and that perhaps Serenity may have been right about the selfish thing. He did in fact, leave his family. Though his reasons were understandable, he began to regret ever leaving home, ever seeking his career, ever meeting Serenity... but it was too late. No! It wasn't... there was one thing that he could take care of at least, one thing that had become a big mistake now that his eyes were now open to it.
"I'm done Serenity! I mean it this time. We're done! And not just us as a couple, but as your partner in music! We should never have become more than friends, but as of right now, I really don't care to be even that with you! You have become just like Trixie! And I want nothing to do with you anymore..." he said scowling back at her.
Serenity began to well up in tears, but still glaring at Singer.
"Don't you compare me to her!"
"Too late!"
"So you're just going to give up everything that we worked for? Everything that we had together? Over some... old childhood friend?"
"Thanks to you, she's not my friend anymore! She meant more to me than most ponies did in my life. She was special! And now she's gone, and it's all your fault! Yeah... I'm giving it up! I'm giving it all up! Because frankly, I don't give a flying buck anymore! Sorry for waisting your time..."
"You are the stupidest stallion I have ever had the displeasure of working with!"
Singer only responded with a cynical laugh. He turned around and walked toward the door. Not looking back at her, he kicked the door open with his front hooves, breifly sobbed and said three final words to Serenity.
"Good bye, forever!"
He jumped up and blasted out of there as quick as he could fly with his wings and zoomed out from back stage over the multitude of ponies watching the show. A performance by Marelor Swift was almost over, and everypony was so busy watching her sing, that none of them even noticed Singer as he flew over, not even the few that got their hats knocked off by the ghust of wind he created when he flew over them. Within 9 measly minutes, what might have been one of the best days of his life, had turned to one of the worst.
"We are never, ever, ever
Getting back together!"
Sernity, out of frustration sat in her dressing room. Strangly she didn't cry. She cynically laughed to herself. "This isn't over... One day... I will get my revenge! Just you wait, Singer Case. You're going to be sorry you ever crossed me! That you ever met me..."
A knock on her door stopped her cyniscm and she immediately returned to her normal state, and faked it as good as she could.
"Miss, you and Singer go on in a couple of minutes..." said one of the managers of the facility.
"Tell them that the plans have changed and I will be doing a solo act." she said with a smug attitude. "This mare works alone now..."
"Uuuuuuuh....okay then." said the stallion as he walked off and shut the door behind him.
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Singer had finally made it outside and had flown as fast as he could to the hotel room to collect his things, and leave. He had grabbed everything he needed, and was standing outside about to take off to buy a train ticket back to Las Pegasus, when he was stopped by his Uncle.
"Sing! Wait!" he yelled. "Are you leaving?"
"Yes, Fender. It's over... Serenity and I are done. For good this time."
"I'm really sorry, Neph." he said giving Singer a hug. "Not much of a hugger, but you need one right now. I wish I would have known what she did."
"It's alright, Fender. Everything that's happened, everything I found out... it's for the best... I have my life now, Violet has hers. No matter how much I'm going to miss her, if I truly care about her, I need to just leave her alone. She's suffered enough at my hoof. And I've suffered enough at Serenity's."
"What are you going to do now?"
"Start over, I suppose. Get a job, try to climb my way back. This won't look good on me, so I'm going to have to repair my image as I'm sure Serenity is going to sabotauge it the next chance she gets. It's tough, but what's done is done. Nothing more I can do to fix what happened."
"It doesn't have to be this way, brah. You and Violet can still be friends." pleaded Fender with one last ditch effort to change Singer's mind. If there was one thing that Fender valued, was a good friendship. He knew that Violet was the best thing to ever happen to his nephew, and wasn't ready to see that go away.
With tears streaming from his eyes, he turned away. "No Fender, we can't... I don't think she wants anything to do with me now. I made my choice and it wound up being the wrong one. The best I can do is just move on, and stay out of her life. I'm sick of ruining it."
"Very well then. I hope you know what you're doing." replied Fender dejectedly.
"I do, and Fender, I don't tell you this often enough but thank you. I appreciate you. I always have. You've been kinda like a big brother and at times a father figure to me. I love you, brah!"
"Hey now, brah! Let's not get emotional, now. But I suppose I love you too." he said giving Singer a noogie, then releasing him. "I should probably come with you, huh?"
"I can't ask you to do that. Stay here, have a good time. I mean it. You deserve it, and I'll be okay. I have this guy with me." Singer pulled out his sleeping gecko and rubbed his back a few times, before sticking him back in his saddle bag.
"Alright then."
"If Serenity will still have you, you should stay with her. Though I wouldn't blame you if you moved on elsewhere."
"Yeah, she seemed pretty ticked. I'm sure there's a band out there somewhere in need of a guitarist!" he chuckled. "Well then, I guess I'll see you around town when I get back. If I do end up staying with Serenity's deal, I'll do the best I can to get away and come see you as often as I can. I wish you the best of luck."
"Same for you, Fender." said Singer extending his hoof out for a hoof bump.
Fender did the same, and then the two went their seperate ways.