Toxic Girl

The song in question was conveniently named, Toxic Girl and I guess it made sense because I chose to put a hard shell to avoid getting hurt again; that was the right thing to do; to rise within the masses and let them scream my name out loud yet no one is aloud to enter here, no one.

Yet when some pony spots a little tenderness in metal it's indeed something to frown upon. So instead I surprised them with a ruptured voice that afternoon.

"Whoa, that may have been a little bit too much than I expected but that'll do, " said Fred while we were lounging backstage. "Let's hope it doesn't repeat in the rest of the summer tour."

"Oh, why not?" I asked.

"I'm just saying, don't over do it, by the way, do you know what the press said about you?"

"No, I had no interest of whatsoever," I said a little bit upset.

"Neither do I but it's kinda funny; actually lots of fans grew highly concerned because they thought you were on the verge of a nervous breakdown."

"Gee, I appreciate that a lot but it's still part of my image."

"I am actually coming to that conclusion and the cool thing is that it has brought even more attention. It's practically sold out."

"Great, a colt is mourning over the death of a relationship and suddenly it becomes more attractive."

"Mmmm, yeah, that has never been my style. Look, I appologize about that time I almost gave up on you."

Fred was being surprisingly empathetic about the whole thing between Evie and me.

"Yeah, and I admit I was a huge drama queen."

"It's not like it's the first time I've seen something like this; the lead singer turns out to be the main protagonist this ridiculous romance novel."

"It's not like that at all!" I said while a drank from a flask full of Dragon's Tears. "I still don't get why I am facing so many changes; from my understanding I stopped growing up since I was eighteen."

"You think you are different when in fact you are only special and to my understanding we are like that. I used to think I wasn't that special until..."

"Until what?"

"Until I found you guys of course but you didn't hear that from me, I'm usually more discreet."

"Interesting, that's very very interesting." I finished my drink and took care of some minor endeavors.

A while later I was in the comfort of a cold, freakishly dark dressing room as I had requested.

Besides my arsenal of makeup and things there was something else on the table which resembled the Magus Card she had given me. How did that get there in the first place?

Here is where I performed a ritual in which I layed out a transparent large bowl of icy cold water for my complexion.

As I was doing this I noticed a reflection on the glass and quickly turned away.

I saw the silhouette of a small pony with a rather long tail unlike mine and waved it in a sensual manner. He also spoke with a very soft voice.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything important..."

"No but how did you get in here, it's supposed to be locked," I said a bit startled.

"That's alright, love, I just came to wish you luck."

That was Blak, no doubt about that. Somehow I felt as if I was surrounded by a dear old friend. He knew exactly what to say.

"You look incredible, even without makeup you're still so easy to read and expressive."

"I thank you for that but I don't to hear that all the time and especially coming from some pony like you."

"But it's the actual truth, how could anyone resist you? Those eyes would make anyone blush, even me."

I responded politely, "Blak, what's the deal here?"

He got a little mad, "I think you already know where this is going..."

He later proceeded to stimulate by kissing my neck. The way he did it was so subtle yet somewhat rehearsed.

"Not now...not now, wait until the show is over, you don´t wanna wear me out so soon," I said while I panted.

"Fine, I´ll be waiting for you, sweetie pie."

The truth was that I was so looking forward to that moment. I licked my lips savouring the moment, that bastard was experienced.

I guess this meant the birth of my duality and the worst part was that it felt so natural that probably Evie or any other girl would look at me the same way.

Onward to darkest corners of my mind.