Music in our Hearts

The music in our hearts makes us who we are, so you can go on ahead and try to hate on us; but we'll keep walking because that music never stopping; the music in our hearts...

"Aw, come on, HB," I said to myself as I rode the train to Ponyville. I'm here to meet my producers, who live in a nice mansion. There names are Vinyl Scratch and Octavia. They're also allowing me to stay there 'til I get things sorted out (if they hire me). They'll be helping me with my 1st album, "Music in our Hearts." I'm trying to create a song for the first single in the album. So far, I've only got the hook for the beginning of the song.

Anyways, my name is Henry Bushytail. I have ginger hair, freckles across the bridge, green eyes, dark skinned and I have a tattoo on my wrist of a heart with over the ear headsets on, a heartbeat line running down it. I've been around music since I was three. My dad was a music producer and my mom a famous singer. One day, she signed an album for him and even signed a contract to work with him. The first day on the job, they fell in love. Even though my family was rich, they didn't want people singling me out in school. So, they bought me normal clothes. I loved my parents dearly. One day, we were driving home from this lovely restaurant when some flank-hole comes and crashed into us.

I was the only survivor, my the remnant being a scar the size of my temple.

I was brought up in an adoption center since then. A lot of kids picked on me in the orphanage. I asked them how they could be so cruel to me after what I'd been through. They merely shrugged and slammed my head into a wall. One even split my chin. Only made me cuter, I say. But then, I was adopted. One day, while playing in my adopted father's attic, I found an old acoustic guitar he was given by his great grandpa. He taught me how to play. I wrote songs about things like how to ignore haters because you are who you are. Then, I learned from my adopted mother how to sing better than I used to (which was already good).

I started out in a group of street singers that called themselves 'Music in the Night.' I was the one that made the melody using DJ equipment...sometimes. Somedays, I sing or play the guitar. We had gigs every night at this one club I...can't seem to remember the name of..oh well. We were a hit, and the Stallions and Mares kept coming every night for more. Then, we started to do solo acts at that club, leading to the group breaking up. I made money because the club owner liked my music more than the rest of the group. The money I earned was enough to by my own electric guitar. I called that guitar white noise. One night, at the club, a big deal music agent was there because he heard rumors of a possible rising star.

He heard me sing, and came backstage to make a deal with me. He said, "How's about I give you an opportunity to be a star. I'll be meeting with these two ponies that are hiring somepony like you." I gladly said "Where do I sign?" Next day, my Mom and Dad helped pack my things, I said goodbye, and here we are now. On a train to Ponyville, where I'll be meeting both my agent and Vinyl Scratch and Octavia. I decide to take a snooze 'til the train gets there, and when I wake up, it's time to get off. So I grab my bags and when I get off I'm immediately greeted by a fair skinned pegasus mare with a light blonde mane and tail. She tackled me with a hug and said, "Omigod! I can't see very well, but I just know that's you, HB!" That's when I noticed two things; her eyes were facing opposite directions, and she wore a shirt with my tattoo on the front. "Wait, who are you?" I asked. "Why, I'm your biggest fan, HB! I saw one of your gigs in Manehattan on my travels. You're amazing. Your voice is beautiful. Anyways, my name's Ditzy Doo"

I was shocked by the response. I then said, "Thanks. But I'm not famous or anything yet. Why would you be my fan?" "Your songs are one of a kind." she replied. "Would you sign my shirt? Don't worry, I've got a spaghetti strap on underneath," she said as she gave me her shirt to sign. I took out my lucky sharpie and signed 'stay beautiful physically and mentally. -DJHB.' then handed her back the shirt. Now that I got a closer look at her, I noticed she was kinda cute. And she sounded very educated. And I'm going to be honest, she was kinda funny. "Hey, um...Ditzy? This is probably a little fast forward but would you like to maybe go to a diner later?" She grinned and said, "Yes! I'd love to!" "Great. Just write your address and I'll pick you up." I said.

She wrote the address and I put it in my hoodie's pocket. I said my goodbyes and headed towards the mansion for the meeting.