Summary:

Spending a day with Hero, Applejack starts to learn about the interests of her special one. She, in turn, starts to learn about what interests her in this world.


Tastes in Music

I awoke with a nice sigh, one of the best ways to waking up. Only thing better was to wake up with a babe next to you. Lucky me, I had one next to me. I smiled softly at the still sleeping country gal. She looked peaceful and happy as she slept, her long blond hair was a mess, laying across the pillow behind her. I kissed her forehead softly before slipping out of the bed without waking her.

I was surprised by the sudden call from my friend in this city of Chicago. To have someone appear here looking for me, let alone my girl, was a big surprise. Our friends even made a portal so she could visit anytime. I came at once...and we had a great time together.

I thought about what we did the night before as I went out to the kitchen area of the suite. I turned on an old radio and started to listen to one of the heavy metal stations, though I kept the volume low for obvious reasons. I started to cook, rocking my head a bit to the music, my long blond hair bouncing a bit as I started to cook breakfast. Don't worry, I had it pulled back in a ponytail so no hair would get in the food. I was so lost in cooking and listening to one of the songs that I didn't notice her get up.

"What in tarnations is that music?" she asked as she stepped out of the bedroom.

I smirked a bit, realizing she would have never heard the music from this world before. "It's a band called System of a Down," I explained. "It's kind of hard rock or alternative rock. But others call it heavy rock."

I saw her frown at it and knew it was not her style. It wasn't for everyone, I knew that for sure. I grew up with heavy metal and the sort, so it was my favorite. "You can change it if you like," I told her and gestured to the radio. "Just turn the nub on the left."

I went back to cooking, listening to her walk by and mess with the radio. Did they have radios in Equestria? I don't remember seeing them when I was there...then again that was two years ago. Or was it three?

I should have guessed that she would stop on a country station. Damn, I hated country music. It was kind of funny that I'm with a country gal. I guess I'll have to get use to it.

"This sounds good," she said as I rolled my eyes. She must have noticed since she frowned at me. "Something wrong, Sugarcube?"

"It's fine," I said. "I've never been a fan of country music."

"Oh," she said, looking at the radio again. She started to turn the knob again.

"You can leave it," I said. "It's fine."

"Now don't ya fuss," she said. "We'll find somethin' we'll both enjoy."

I shrugged and let her search the stations. As she did, I finished making breakfast and made our plates, taking them to the table. I poured us some orange juice and set them on the table as well, smiling the whole time. It hurt to smile a lot, I wasn't use to it.

"How about this?" she asked, stopping on some softer music. It reminded me like elevator music and I guess I gave an odd look again because she frowned.

"Makes me think I'm shopping," I admitted.

She considered that for a moment before nodding a bit. "Ya, it is kind of plain," she said.

She came to some classical music and I growned. "That's my dad's music," I said.

"Ya, I was never really a fan of this style either," she said. "Though I do know a few ponies in Ponyville who play this. It's not bad, but not my style." I agreed with her. It wasn't bad music, just not something I was a fan of.

She found a station with Mexican music, which I didn't even know there was a station here with Mexican music. She looked at the radio with a confused look.

"It's Mexican music," I said. "There's music from around the world."

"Can ya understand it?" she asked.

"He's singing about a girl that he loves," I said. "Which is a common staple for music here in this world. I can speak several different languages. I'm not fluent in Spanish, which is what these songs are sang in, but I know enough to understand the message. I also know Japanese, Chinese, Arabic, Russian, French, Italian, and my native language." I thought for a moment looking at the ceiling. "Oh ya, and some ancient scripts. Though I'm not fluent in them either."

She looked at me impressed. "Yer full of surprises, huh?" she said.

"I've been traveling for nearly ten years," I said. "I kind of had to learn them. Come, eat."

She did, leaving the radio on the Mexican station. "So, what is the plan today?"

"Going to a orchestra concert," I said with a sinister smirk. She gave me a look that told me she didn't believe me, which I chuckled at. I started telling her the plans for the day as a Spanish guitar played from the radio. Sure, it wouldn't be my first pick but it didn't really matter what was playing. As long as we spent time together.