Synth sat up on his bed, thinking about the mare he had met the night before. At the same time, he was stroking his pet cat, which was laying on his lap.

The thing that stuck out the most in his head was her appearance. If he wasn't famous, she would have never talked to him.

"Maybe that's why she talked with me in the first place..." he thought aloud, "Manager warned me about mares only in it for the money. She just didn't..."

Synth was still somewhat young at 20 years old, at least considering who he was, and since he didn't go out much, he never learned about other ponies.

He picked up his cat and set him aside. He reacted by going back to sleep.

Synth went into his basement, which was also his sound studio.

"She's Pinkie's friend, so she can't be all bad, can she? Nah... speaking of..."

He grabbed some paper and started writing a letter to Pinkie. All things considered, she was his only real friend. Their relationship wasn't very special. To him, at least. To Pinkie, all of her relationships were special.

They had met a while ago, while he lived in Ponyville. Ever since he moved to Canterlot, they had remained friends. Sometimes they sent letters back and forth, and sometimes she showed up unannounced.

"Hey Pinkie, it's been a while, yeah? Can you come over sometime soon? I got something I wanna talk with you about."

Short and simple. He briefly contemplated adding 'Love Synth' at the end of it, but just shrugged, and simply wrote his name.

It was slightly foggy out, but he didn't really care. He just set it in his mailbox, and went back inside.

Not even one hour later, somepony knocked on his door. To his surprise, Pinkie Pie was standing outside.

"Uh... Hey, Pinkie... How did..."

"I always know when my friends need my help." she said seriously.

She wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug, and he returned it.

"I will never understand you. Haven't seen you in a while, Pinkie. How have you been? What've you been up to?"

"Oh, nothing much. My best friend became a Princess. You know, just typical every-day stuff."

"I think I've heard about that in the news recently." he said as if it were light business, "You know, I've been wondering if I could meet some of your friends sometime. Maybe you could bring them around next time."

"That sounds great!"

"They just gotta be able to keep it a secret, though. Alright?"

"Of course. That isn't what you needed me for, right?"

"Uh... no." He walked inside his house, and she followed. "I, uh... I met a mare recently, and..."

"Ol' Synth is finally growin' up, eh?" she joked, followed by a giggle.

He let out a nervous chuckle. "Something like that... She invited me over to her house to hang out."

"So what do you need from me? Kissing lessons?"

"Pinkie... It isn't like that."

She gave him a sly smile. "Oh, really?"

"Ok, it's a little like that. Look, the thing is, you know her."

"Really? Who is it? Rainbow Dash? No wonder you're nervous! Who wouldn't be nervous around somepony that pretty?"

"It's not her."

"Is it Fluttershy?"

"No."

"Is it me?"

"Are you just gonna keep guessing all day?"

She made a determined pose. "I'm gonna try."

He laughed at her. "It's Dj-Pon3. You know, Vinyl Scratch."

"That would've been my ninth guess. Wait, what? You met Vinyl?"

"Yeah... and..." His voice softened. "She was beautiful."

"Do you have a crush on her?"

"Um..."

"You do! Oh, this is so exciting! Oh... Well... You're already a celebrity. What do you need my help with?"

"Well... you know her a lot better than I do. Just tell me some things that I should avoid doing, and maybe something she'd like."

"Well, you're already a music artist, so that part's covered. Alright, I suppose I can help you. On one condition."

"Alright... what is it?" he asked warily. He had absolutely no idea where she crossed the line, so the possibilities were endless.

"You have to let me tell her I did this for you. It's really sneaky asking me these kinds of questions."

"That's... Yeah, that's fine."

She smiled, and began to walk around him, examining him.

"Well, you look alright." she said, "You're a really cute stallion."

"Uh... th-thanks."

"Vinyl doesn't like all that sappy romance stuff that you see in movies. Don't try to get her flowers or chocolates or anything like that and expect to get anywhere with her."

"Noted."

"Don't show her up. Even an accidental incident might make her mad."

"Alright."

"But something she does like is your music. I heard her talk about you a few times."

"Really? Did she... say anything I should know?"

"Not really. Mostly about your music and stuff. When she started talking about speakers and microphones and voltage and wattage and amps and all that technical stuff, I lost track of where the conversations went."

"Lucky me, I know all about that kind of stuff."

The cat walked in front of Synth, and loudly meowed at him.

"What?"

Meow!

"What is it?"

Merow!

"Meow!" Synth started copying him.

He hopped up on Synth's lap, and rubbed his head against his chest.

"I think he's hungry." Pinkie chimed in.

Meow!

"Maybe. But now he's on me. I don't think he thought this through. How am I gonna get you food if you're laying on me, huh?"

He proceeded to plop down on his lap and stare at Pinkie Pie.

Synth grumbled. "Stupid cat..."

"I told you that Rarity has a cat, right?"

"I think I remember you saying something like that. Uhh... Opalescence, was it?"

"That's right."

Synth let out a deep breath, and ran his hooves through his mane. "I gotta talk to my manager. Vinyl asked me to preform in Ponyville sometime."

"I'd like that a lot. You've never had a show in Ponyville before."

"Yeah... but... Do you trust Vinyl Scratch?"

"What? Of course I do!"

"Well, I don't know her, Pinkie. She seemed nice, but I don't know anything about her. I have trust issues, you know that."

Pinkie's smile slowly started to fade as she remembered something about her friend. "Vinyl is very... eccentric."

"Eccentric? What does that mean? In what ways."

"She's not dangerous... she's just... different."

"Different how, Pinkie?"

"I don't think I want to keep talking about this."

"What? C'mon, you can't just leave me hanging like this! Pinkie!" Synth was legitimately worried at this point.

Pinkie felt somewhat guilty as she started saying this, but it was something that she thought had to be said. "Look Synth... I think it would be better if you learned about her for yourself. She's not going to try and hurt you or anything. Vinyl is really sweet. It's just that... sometimes... she makes... what Twilight would call bad choices." She was noticeably saddened.

Synth looked away. "Bad choices..." He stroked his cat again, then said, "What do you think, AK?"

He just yawned at him, then got off, and meowed again.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

He idly got up to feed AK, and paused for a few moments in the kitchen, mulling over the information he had received. He returned, and sat back down on his couch.

"So... are you still going to visit her?" Pinkie asked him.

"I... yeah. Yeah, I'm going. Sorry about... all this. I appreciate the help.

Pinkie gave him a small smile. "I'm glad you're finally starting to make some friends."

"Yeah... me too."

*I don't want to make long chapters for this story. There are so many directions that it could go, and I think I've chosen one. Unfortunately, that direction entails that I would be writing against my beliefs about the MLP world. I'll figure it out.

Also, just a side note here, I went bowling a little while ago, and I got a 25. That's right... 25. Roman taught me nothing. Not a big surprise considering I've never played GTA IV, but whatever.

Also, the cat's named AK for a reason.