//------------------------------// // What's Wrong With Me 2 // Story: Diamond Homeless // by TheAngryVideoGameColt //------------------------------// Micro Beat tried and tried but he kept missing cords. He messed up the lyrics and couldn't play. The more the Manger listened, the more he felt sad, He knew this colt could play for he has done it many times before. Then, Micro Beat began to start playing better than he started to sing. He played the guitar amazingly. the Manager smiled this colt he always listened when this colt came. He went to go cheek on the kid. He saw he had the guitar the filly bought this morning. "Hey, kid, that was a nice song you were playing." the Manager said. "Uh..Thanks, but how do you know what I was playing? I thought these rooms were sound proof." Micro Beat claimed. "They are, but I have a machine that lets me hear inside. However, I heard you had trouble playing, is something the matter? By the way, my name is Recorder. What's yours?" Recorder asked. "Well, Recorder, my name is Micro Beat and I was having trouble because I had this dream about this filly I knew. We were dancing. We were having a great time. The dream felt so real and I was happy. I feel happy when I'm around her. when I think about her, and I feel something inside me. Now I can't sleep. What's wrong with me?" Micro Beat explained. "Well, the answer is pretty much simple. The filly you're thinking about has swept you off your hooves. Micro Beat, you're in love." Recorder said with a smirk. Micro Beat just stood there with a shocked expression, but the more he thought about it, he started to think Recorder was right. "If this is true, how do I get this feeling of my chest?" Micro Beat asked. "Simple, just tell the filly how you fell." Recorder said. "Are you crazy? just flat out say it. I'm scared, and what do I just say out of the blue?" Micro Beat asked. "Don't just say it. Say it at a special time. You'll know the right time. One more thing, don't be sacred, because if you let that one chance to tell her how you feel slide, you'll hate yourself even more then being scared." Recorder said. Micro Beat knew he was right. He thanked him for the advice and tried to leave until Recorder stopped him. "Hang on, you play really well, ever thought of performing in the carnival that's coming to Ponyville in two days?" Recorder asked. "I wish I could, but I don't have money to go get tickets." Micro Beat said. "Performers get in for free, however if you want to take the filly you're thinking about with you, I think that one ticket about fifty bits." Recorder said. "Well, that knocks down that idea." Micro Beat said. "Who knows, kid maybe a miracle will happen." Recorder said. Micro Beat went back home and finally fell back asleep. Little that he knew that the Crusaders were planning something. The next morning, the Crusaders were doing jobs left and right trying to get bits. However, they only got paid two bits sine they failed most of the time. So far they collected ten bits. They needed a lot more. the Crusaders where walking by the music store and they thought they heard Micro Beat singing. However, when they went inside they heard Recorder playing a recording of Micro Beat playing. "Excuse me sir, but is that by any chance a recording of a colt named Micro Beat?" Sweetie Belle asked "Yup, he plays well. When people are in the practice room. This machine records them. Ponies usually come to me to see how they play or to get a recording of themselves and sell them for a profit." Recorder said. The Crusaders had an idea. "Excuse me sir, but do you mind if you play that song outside your store? Maybe you'll get more ponies to come to your store and get more profit. If you do, can we get some of the profit?" Apple Bloom asked. Recorder thought about it. This music store was new and not many ponies knew about it. If he advertised the store it could become more popular. "You know what, I think that's a good idea. Help me get some stuff in the back." Recorder said. the Crusaders got the equipment and Recorder set it up outside. Recorder put a microphone and ponies started to crowd around. "Mares and stallions. Fillies and colts. I am Recorder, the manager of the new music store behind me. I will show you a recording made here in my store. Recorder said in the microphone. Recorder played Micro Beats recording. Every pony was listening where surprised that a simple colt played and sung that song. After it was over, every pony cheered. Many ponies came into the store to buy guitars, records, microphones, amplifiers, and some where recording in the practice room. Even Vinyl Scratch, some ponies even applied for jobs for the night shift. Now, Recorder could finally rest at his home instead of his store. Recorder was surprised how much bits he made today. He gave the Crusaders five thousand bits. "Great now we can buy two tickets for Micro Beat and Diamond. Not to mention we can bring our friends and sisters." Apple Bloom said. "Oh, Micro Beat doesn't need a ticket if he performs in the carnival he can get in for free. We had a talk last night. He would go if one of his friends, which was a filly, could come with him." Recorder said. the Crusaders were shocked to hear that. They went to go buy tickets. They bought tickets for them, their friends, sister, and, of course, Diamond. They kept the rest for safe keeping. They went to Micro Beat's house and saw him and Diamond eating. "Diamond, we got something for you." Sweetie Belle said handing Diamond a ticket to the carnival. "We got it, so you can go to the carnival. Micro beat you can go for free if you perform." Scootaloo said. The two just stood there shocked. All of a sudden they smiled and gave the Crusaders a hug. Micro Beat was getting ready for tomorrows performance. He signed up and told the leader of the carnival if he can have a band top play with him. The leader smiled and said he had one band left to play with him. When Micro Beat told Diamond about the roller coaster, she faked a smile that she would love to go on it. That night Micro Beat couldn't wait, however, Diamond was a bit scared. One problem she had was that she has never gone on a roller coaster.