A Diamond in the Rough: Chapter 1
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"I'm so excited! If this works I'll finally get a promotion!" I said as I left the door, making sure my blue coat was shimmering, and my white mane was neatly combed. With my camera and the strap attached to it wrapped around my neck, I trotted over to the Carousel Boutique in Ponyville. A simple knock on the door was all it took for somepony to open it.
"It's 8 o'clock! Let a lady get some beauty sleep!" a pale unicorn said. Crap. This wasn't the pony I was supposed to meet!
"I'm very sorry ma'am. Do you know where a pony named Diamond Tiara is?"
"She's upstairs. Go to the pink door."
"Thank you very much! Sorry about waking you."
"Just don't do it again. Goodbye."
I was exhilarated so I blazed up the stairs and knocked on that very door. Its design was very regal and opulent, so I could definitely gather that she was very wealthy.
"Rarity? The heck are you doing here? I thought you were taking a nap!" a decently high-pitched yet powerful voice rang out. Who was Rari… oh! She must have been the one who I accidentally woke up! Anyway, I gathered my voice and asked, "Is this Diamond Tiara?"
"The one and only!"
Suddenly, her once happy tone changed into one of suspicion. "Wait, you don't sound like Rarity. So, who are you and why are you here?"
"My name is Photo Bucket. I am here to record a documentary about your past. It will be recorded on public TV."
And just like that, she became happy again, perhaps even more so. "Really? Wow, that's amazing! Tell me more, and come on in!"
As I turned the doorknob and entered the room, I saw a very beautiful pony sitting behind a long wooden desk. Her cerulean eyes shine like diamonds, her mane is almost straight, but still curly enough to convey a stylish, classy look, and she is very slim. Admittedly, I had to give a great deal of effort to concentrate on the project and not her, but I managed to make due.
With a big smile on her face, she continued. "This is magnificent! About this documentary, do you want my account of it?"
"Please. I'm afraid I did not bring a tripod, so I'll have to record it from my camera. Is that fine?
"Of course! I want everypony to know how special I am! It's going to be a very long story so tell me, how long do you have?"
"As long as it takes. I have all day, and it's only 8 AM right now."
"Awesome! Hold on a second."
With that, she got up, and trotted into another room. A few minutes later, she came back, lugging a big, rather ordinary brown box. She plopped it down, and at last, I was able to analyze its contents. To my surprise, it contained a huge number of neatly organized diaries. Due to the fact that she picked up the diary farthest to her left of the box, I'm almost certain she organized them chronologically.
Suddenly, she spoke up. "These should definitely help. Been writing in them since I was a filly."
I nodded, and suddenly, she took out a key from the shelf of the diary, and unlocked it. To my shock, that diary had an electronic screen with an electronic keyboard on every page, and she had least fifty of them! How rich was her family? And is she still that wealthy? Right then and there, I knew was in for quite the treat, so I knew I had to stay focused and get this story!
She sighed wistfully, but managed to cheer herself up with surprising quickness. "Ah, it's been such a long time since I've looked at these. Still, what better way to take a trip back to memory lane than with a televised documentary? Alright, I'm ready! I might make up some dialogue or a few events due to my lack of memory about them, but that shouldn't be a big problem. So, let's start from the beginning, and unlock the door to my memories!"