Today didn't seem to be Mix Tape's day. The morning started off rough, as her alarm clock went off 30 minutes after she was supposed to wake up. Her wing had a crick in it from a storm that had thrown her against a tree two days ago, and her newest piercing was infected because she wore her headphones in her sleep three nights in a row. She was running out of her anti-psychotics, and she had to space them out, which means that she won't be taking them today. There was no more apple cider for breakfast, and she wouldn’t be able to get anymore for another week. Vinyl Scratch and Octavia were already gone, leaving her alone at the table to eat. Her iPod needed to be charged, the cassette player and CD player needed new batteries, and her portable radio was broken, which meant no music until she got to the shop. Above all else, it was a Monday.
What was horrible about Mondays wasn't the fact that it marked the beginning of a new week. No, Mondays are the day Pinkie Pie comes in for her weekly music playlist for one or more of her many parties, which Mix Tape had the unfortunate feeling she would be getting at least one singing telegram within the week. Needless to say, Mix Tape hates Mondays and almost dislikes Pinkie Pie more.
After cleaning up in the kitchen from breakfast and making herself decent for the day ahead, Mix Tape slowly trudges downstairs to her store, named Music Beats, her store that sells all types of music media at discounted prices from what normal stores sell. She wearily switches the sign from Closed to Open; the start of the day has begun.
"Mondays...I hate Mondays..." Mixxie whispers as she trots to the light switches. The lights go on in various shades of blue, green, and purple, and she smiles a bit as she turns on the radio on top of the counter. The sound of her favorite classical music station begins to fill the air, her morning ritual finally being fulfilled. The clock read 7:30 am as she begins her morning duties, starting with organizing the music by artist and genre. By 8:30, the music is organized, the store cleaned, cash register is stocked, and now, soft jazz fills the air.
Mix Tape smiles happily at all she had accomplished, until she heard the door open and the horrendously familiar laughter fills the air. Pinkamena Diane Pie; mostly know as Pinkie Pie.
"Hi Mixxie! I’m here!!!” The outrageously pink pony screams happily, and currently, Mix Tape is wishing that she had Vinyl Scratch's Beats headphones with her right now. She gulps, and turns around, green eyes flashing ever so slightly.
"Pinkie Pie, I've told you time and time again: Mixxie is the nickname my friends use. I wish you would refer to me as Mix Tape, if you please."
"But we are friends, silly filly!" Pinkie giggles and pokes her side. Mix Tape mentally groans, and pushes Pinkie's hoof away.
"What do you need, Pinkie Pie?" She asks stoically.
"What a silly question to ask, Mixxie! I'm here for my weekly music playlist, of course!" She says, her trademark giggle making its constant appearance.
"What kind of music do you want this week?" Mix Tape asks, knowing her obvious answer. Pinkie Pie may be a complex and physics defying pony, but when it came to music, her answer was the same each week.
"I want pop music! Ooh and I want The Living Tombstone's newest CD!" She sings. Mix Tape sighs, and points in the direction of the pop music rack. Pinkie Pie squeals and bounces over excitedly, pulling out new CDs and ruining the other displays around her. Mix Tape held her head in her hooves and groans. She then proceeds to bang her head onto the glass case that held old vinyls, processing the hard work she accomplished that was destroyed in a record time of 2.4 seconds.
After two torturous minutes, Pinkie Pie happily skips to the register with the CDs, and places them on the counter.
"Here you go! I also brought my 50 percent off coupon with me today!" Pinkie Pie said with an innocent smile, as though she didn't know about the painstaking work that she had just destroyed. Mix Tape sighs painfully, and slowly rings up the items.
"Ok, that will be 25 bits, please." She said, not looking at Pinkie as she changed the station on the radio.
"Oh, umm, well you see...I only have 20 bits on me at the moment." She said, her ears drooping and eyes wide. Mix Tape groans, and goes into the tip jar to fish out the rest. Pinkie Pie lets out a happy squeal.
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! You're so sweet!" With that being said, Pinkie thrust herself across the counter and tackled Mixxie in a hug. As she sailed in the air towards her, her back hoof hit the radio and pushes it to the ground.
Its cord was yanked out of the electric socket, and the radio hit the side of the counter twice on its trip to the ground. Once finally landing, the radio let out a couple of sparks and promptly died. Mix Tape's mind didn't seem to register the events that just occurred.
"Oh my gosh, Mixxie, I'm sooo so sorry about your radio! Maybe I can have-"
"STOP TALKING, PINKIE PIE!!!!!!!!!!" Mix Tape screamed, her black face now a bright shade of red, green eyes now a dark emerald.
"You come in here, in the morning, with your loud voice. You destroy my hard work that I did in organizing each CD for the customers. You don't bring enough change, forcing me to take from MY tip jar, money that I use to pay for essential items, and possibly stuff I want. On top of that, you BROKE my radio, thus eliminating my last resort for MUSIC!!!!" Mix Tape screamed, her teeth grinding in anger.
"Take your music, and leave. NOW!" Pinkie looks at her sadly, and grabs her bag.
"Sorry I ruined your day, Mix Tape. It won't happen again..." With that said, she slowly walked out the door.