It was one of my weekends over at Molto's again, and this time, I was busy drawing him working at the small forge his father had built him over the past spring.
My pencil worked with a magical level of detail (probably because I was using my horn) and increased the fidelity of the sketch with every stroke of the paper.
It was a sweltering summer evening, and the sun was painting the sky an evil red. Molto was pulling a hot bar of near-molten steel out of the pit of combusting coals and shaping it with rough hits from his hammer.
The sparks twinkled in the darkening atmosphere and there was a shadow that would soon overwhelm the scape that I was drawing, so I released the paper out from under the pencil, and stuffed both into my saddlebags.
I had a small stereo that I had bought with a years of my saved up allowance playing one of my many DJ Pon3 CDs. I swayed my head to the beat of the high tech music spewing out of the speakers.
A moment later Molto set down his hammer, and came over to lay in the grass beside me. "The sky is beautiful, isn't it?" He asked.
"It's amazing some of the shades the sun can give the sky..." I stared up at one of the blackened shadowy clouds.
I was in a daze, marveling at the beauty of landscape and skyscape in front of me. My day dreaming was not a sign of being ready for what happened next.
"Rain Shade..." Molto said sheepishly.
"Yeah?" I responded. We both looked at each other for a brief second, me staring into his coppery eyes, and him towards my violet retinas.
"W-will you..." he stuttered. My mind clicked into gear at the first two words of a question I hadn't expected from him. "Will you... Go out with me?" he asked quietly, blushing profusely.
"I- wait...," that registered in my mind for a second. I hadn't gone out with anypony for more than a year... since Lightning Dust... and this was... This was Molto, what in Celestia am I thinking, He's a colt!
"I can't..." I started. I glanced towards him and seen a shocked look on his face. "I'm really sorry Molto... I like mares... not colts."
How hadn't he known? He had been there fro me way before Lighting dust, and I talked about it every so often...
"That, and I love you already..." I came out with something I never thought I'd ever say. "I love you like a brother. You're the only friend I've ever had, and you've always been there for me... I just couldn't. You are the one pony I can say anything to and not be judged, and I love you for it... just not... intimately. I'm so sorry..." I explained, pulling him closer into a soft hug. I could feel his damp cheeks from tears, close but not to the point of crying.
"I-its okay...," he voiced. He sounded heartbroken.
"I'll always be here Molto..."
Three years later, Summer of 1242.
Today is my twentieth birthday! I'm so excited. I was almost hopping up and down the walls of the current abode my mom and I were living in.
I was so ecstatic because I was going to a concert! My first concert at that (and probably the only one...). Ever since I was a teenager I had fallen in love with DJ Pon3, better known as Vinyl Scratch. Mostly her music was what drew me in, but she was a very well built mare in my eyes.
She was young when she started her career as DJ, around sixteen, when I was fourteen. I listened to her music non stop, and sometimes I even tried to cover her music with my guitar. Her dubstep was my haven.
I was going to a DJ Pon3 concert tonight!
it started at around 6:30 PM at the Equestrian Center for Musical Arts concert stadium.
Sadly, I was going alone.
My mom, who recently got a new job as an alloy metallurgist for minor and major metals could only afford my ticket after all of our depts were paid off and we gave payment for our little two-bedroom apartment. She had money left over, but not enough for another ticket, so mom also purchased a backstage pass only available to like 20 ponies! *Squee*
It was a sunday, and I was enrolled in Manehatten University on a scholarship of arts. I passed school, but not with straight As... more like Bs and Cs. I wasn't great at school, but drawing and music were my mojo. I probably should've been studying this weekend, but I thought I deserved some time off of school for once. It wasn't going anywhere, and neither was I.
I decided I was gonna bring a few if my drawings of Vinyl along with me to get them signed.I had tons of said material to bring, but I chose my three favorite pieces. Vinyl, raving hard at her mixing table, spectacular lights flickering everywhere while everypony thrust one of their forehooves in the air to the beat, A self portrait of her, and then one of her and her marefriend Octavia, lounging on a blanket at night, watching the stars, as Molto and I did on occasion.
Soon came the time to leave. Just as I was about to step out of the door, my mom stopped me.
"I love you sweetheart." she said, kissing my forehead before she pulled me into a hug.
"Don't talk to strangers, and stay out of back alleys!" she called as I stepped through the door and swung it closed with my magic.
It was a twenty minute trot in normal Manehatten Sunday sidewalk traffic, and the closer I got to the stadium, the more dense the crowd of ponies became.
Finally, after an onslaught of weaving through the bodies of other pedestrians, I reached the ticket booth.
A guard pony took my saddlebags off of me and rummaged through, looking for any weapons or illegal substances, the usual for a concert, or any event really, and then set me on my way, clipping off a third of my ticket.
I only brought my drawings, and a large bottle of water with me in my saddlebags, but it was all I needed.
Soon i was ushered into the main concert hall by extravagant blue signs and red ropes blocking off zones of no entry.
I was seated near the front of the crowd. Did I mention that I love my mom? Because I really do. A lot. Like more than anything.
The hall was huge, and filled with very cushioned seats. Concerts in Equestria weren't to rowdy, but sometimes had their faults, so I could see why they let us use the normal fancy musical recital chairs instead of hard plastic ones, and I was grateful.
I waited for another fifteen minutes or so as more and more ponies shuffled in, taking their seat and conversing between themselves and others. I was just sitting there, giddy and waiting.
Moments after they closed the doors, they dimmed the lights all except for one spotlight trained in a door leading backstage.
A loud voice screamed through the speakers.
"Ladies and Gentelcolts, are you ready for the DJ of Destruction?!" It shouted happily.
The whole audience, including me, screamed back in various versions of yes, or yeah, or some ponies who were just shouting back
"Are you ready for the loudest, baddest, most jaw dropping concert in all of Equestria?!"
"YEAH!"
"Then say hello to, DJ PON3!" it gave once last shout before the alabaster mare burst through the backstage door, and trotted up to the center of the stage, behind her mixing table.
"LETS DROP THIS SHIT" she yelled, flipping a few switches on the table, the records spinning to life, and the beginning of one of her tracks blared through the speakers.
To me, it was almost orgasmic. I jumped and shouted with the rest of the crowd, smiling bigger than I ever had before, feeling the bass vibrate through my body, from the tip of my horn, to the flats of my hooves.
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Once the concert was over, it was well past 10 o'clock and the crowd was weening out.
There was only about one of the probably 8 thousand people still in the hall when the last few trebbles of the final song died out.
"Thank you Manehatten, Love you all!" she said into the mic at the base of her mixing table.
"I'll be in the back for you special passholders to sign your... well anything" she trailed off.
"Keep the wubs rolling!" she left us with that and exited off stage.
the last of us shuffled out of the door, manes and brains rustled from the rapturing bass.
Okay, last one of these, I swear (no, I'm lying). This will be the last chapter that has any time skips and it should be going steady from here. There might be minor jumps forward, like a week or two, and maybe some flashbacks, but that has yet to come. Thanks for reading everypony! Feedback is appreciated!
-Sean