Merciful Beats

It has been about three days since my first concert, and all I can say is...fans. Oh mah gawd. The fans were everywhere.

. . .

I opened the window blinds to the room me and Vinyl shared. For some reason the sunlight wasn't shining through the curtains. I peaked outside through the window, complete and unrelenting darkness. I looked up at the clock on the wall, it read twelve. So yeah sun should be up. I heard a squeal. "Wha-" I was cut off by the intense flash of white. Flashes kept blinking from the window. My eyes derped, my vision blurred, and my thoughts dazed. "What tha hell!" I shouted.

"Shh, five more minutes." I heard Vinyl whisper from the bed.

"VINYL SOMETHING IS HAPPENING!" I shouted, I sounded like a madman but I mean...I really have no idea what was happening. I ran to her and shook her, trying to get the lazy out of her body. She just yawned.

The flashes kept coming, I decided to shut the blinds and go to the front door, so I could investigate. I grabbed the door handle and swung it open. A squeal met with a lot of gasps, oos, and ahhs. I looked out at the small crowd that was in front of my doorstep. A small blush crept across my face, only because I was shirtless and was wearing only boxers. Every pony that was in the crowd lifted their hoofs. Cameras were held in each pair of hoofs. "Oh no." I fumbled for the door handle, my hands shaking.

The flashes came, a thousand suns came down upon me, I managed to find the door handle and slam the door shut with me inside. I rubbed my eyes. So many sun spots. My eyes were squinted as I made my way back to the bedroom. Paparazzi.

"Vinyl!" I screamed into her ear.

"Ahhh!" She screamed into my face, causing me to jump back.

"AHH!" I screamed back.

"..." She kept silent.

"..." I was worried she was mad at me for scaring her.

"Pfft-bwahah!" She started to roll around on the bed. I frowned at her. She caught sight of my sad face and her laughter raised. She rolled right off the bed, it was my turn to laugh.

"Bwahahah!" I bellowed.

"Shut up!" She was standing up. "Now why did you scream at me."

I took a second to think. "Paparazzi." Was all I said. Her face went from playful to drop dead serious.

"Where?"

"Evertwhere." I replied.

"How many?"

"A lot."

"How many pictures do you think they got?" She looked towards the window.

"....a lot."

"Any embarrassing ones?"

"...." A burning sensation came from my face.

Vinyl looked me up and down. I could see the gears turning in her head, the jigsaw pieces coming together. She bursted out laughing. "They got you in your sleepwear?!" She mused.

I sighed and nodded. "A lot of the, got that picture."

Vinyl only smiled and hugged me. I returned the much welcomed hug.

. . .

And so was my life for the next week, a lot of paparazzi, bright flashes of lights, me hiding in shame. Vinyl and I stayed inside for a quite a bit of time, but the time has come....we ran out of groceries. I had to leave and buy more. This was going to absolutely suck.

I made my way through town, met by stares. Some were raunchy and filled with battering eyelashes, others were simply out of lust, their eyes looking me up and down hungrily, their hoofs would have been rubbing each other evilly if it wasn't for the fact most of them used all four hoofs to keep upright. Not to many ponies cam balance on their hind legs.

I went up to a booth. I grabbed what I needed and laid them in front of the shop keeper. She looked up at me, her face quickly sported a blush. "Would you like a copy of the new magazine?" I shook my head. "It has you on it." She replied. Great. She held put of a copy of 'Equestria Daily'. Sure enough the cover picture was of my, in my boxers. Holding out my hands trying to block the cameras.

"I hate paparazzi."