Chapters Fashion, Journalism, and Romance
A Fashionista in the Making
The audience all stands and stomps their hooves for the actors as they take a bow before exiting the stage and the curtains are drawn. The play had gone perfectly and all my costumes looked superb under the stage light, which illuminating the fabrics so the actors almost sparkled. I began to make make my way to the hallway where everypony was filing out toward the after party room. As I walked in, I saw a few of the actors and congratulated them on their opening performance. After that I grabbed some refreshments and moved toward one of the walls and took a seat. I wasn’t much into mingling with all the high class people who came to see the show because my nerves always got the best of me when I tried to even just introduce myself. After some time, as I was looking out among the crowd I accidently locked eyes with the director of the show, Comet. Seeing me, he trotted over from across the room.
“So what did you think of the show?” He said as he sat down next to me.
“Oh it was amazing.” I said turning to him.
“Well I cannot thank you enough for making all of those costumes, Coco. I owe you big time.” He said with sincerity.
“Having my designs on Bridleway is a favor enough.” I insisted.
“Well alright.” He said as he turned slightly disappointedly. Suddenly his eyes grew large and he turned back to me. “I almost forgot the reason I came over to talk to you in the first place. I was just talking to a popular journalist named TrenderHoof, I’m guessing your familiar with his work since everypony who is anypony knows about him. Anyway, I was talking to him because he was making a review for the show and he said he simply adored your costumes. I told him all about how you are a new aspiring fashion designer in the city and we wants to have an interview with you to talk about your fashions!” He finished with a big grin staring at me.excitement and anticipation filled me.
“That would be a great boost for me if he gave me a good review and he might even have connections that would be able to further my lines!” I gave Comet a great hug. “Thank you so much for this opportunity.”
“Of course, Coco, you helped me so I help you, I told you I would give you a favor and here it is. Now all you have to do is go up to Trenderhoof, schedule an interview, and knock his socks off. Now go get him, girl!” He pushed me out of my seat toward the crowd. Ok now to find Trenderhoof. I know he is a brown unicorn with a blonde mane but in this large of a crowd it was hard to distinguish anypony apart. I took a deep breath and walked into the chaotic mess of chatting ponies. As I squeezed past ponies looking for Trenderhoof, I realized I had no idea what I was going to say to him. Did Comet tell him what I looked like? Would he recognize me? When should I even plan the interview? How should I bring it up? Questions swarmed my head as I stood there dazed. My nightmare of unsurrity was broken when I felt a light tap of a hoof on my shoulder.
“Are you Coco Pommel?” I turned to be face to face with Trenderhoof. Oh good Comet did tell him my name and what I looked like, that made it a bit easier for me.
“Yes, and you are Trenderhoof?” I said shakily.
“Oh you can call me Trend.” He said with a smile. I felt my face blush and hoped he couldn't see it because of the lights.
“okay,” I said barely audibly.
“So Miss Pommel, I simply fell in love with your costumes in the show. They had a certain feel that felt fresh and new yet old and comfortable all at once.”
“Oh thank you so much” I felt a bit easier and my speech flowed less hesitantly than before.
“Well I would love to interview you about them, to know what inspired such loveliness.” He looked so tall comparatively to me yet was not overbearing.
“That would wonderful. When and where?” I said rather smoothly. He took out a notebook and flipped through some of the pages.
Finally looking up he asked, “Are you free next Wednesday about noon?”
“I believe so.” Even if I had something this interview was way to important, I could cancel.
“Perfect, we can talk over lunch at this lovely cafe I know of, here’s the address.” He wrote it on a page of his notebook, tore it out and handed it to me. “I will see you then, Miss Pommel, it's been a pleasure." He said as he turn to leave. I looked down at the note:
Cafe Dulce
at the corner of Mane Street and 3rd
noon
Cafe Dulce… why did that sound so familiar? Suddenly it hit me, Cafe Dulce is where Suri always wanted her coffee from of course. Wow, it has been a whole two years since I quit being Suri’s slave and started my own lines, but mostly working on the costumes for the play that Rarity had stepped back from to stay with her friends. Since that day, I was fortunate enough to start costuming for a few other plays including the one that was just performed and although I loved the theatre, I knew if I wanted to make it big in this city, I would need to be selling my lines not just showing them off. As I thought about my past, a stranger walked briskly by me shaking me back into the present. The party was starting to die down as I looked around so I said goodbye to a few co-workers in the production and was on my way home.
As I walked down the street, the city lights blazed around me. The city always seemed most alive at night, it’s a shame so many missed the beauty with sleep. Stopping at the intersection, I waited for the lights to change. The taxis slowed to a halt and I along with many other ponies crossed the bustling street. After a few more turns and a crosswalk, I arrived at my apartment building. It was a simple brick but cozy all the same. Walking in, I gave a smile to Chester at the front desk and entered the elevator. First floor, second floor, then it stopped on the third floor and I walked out toward my apartment. I unlocked the door, stepped in and collapsed on the couch.
Fashion, Journalism, and Romance
Waking up, I walked over to the glass wall of my bedroom just taking in the cityscape. This city always had to be at the top of trends and I, Trenderhoof, made my duty to tell the rest of equestria about the upcoming fabulousness that Manehatten provided. Now among the great ideas were also many flops, so I have to listen to everypony’s ideas and decided which were cutting edge and which were just garbage. After taking in the scenery, I looked at my notepad to see what I had scheduled for the day.
Breakfast with Star Song (Upcoming pop icon?)
Lunch with Coco Pommel ( Designer on the rise?)
4:00 with Randy Bostlehoff (Has a ‘revolutionary’ idea?)
Dinner with Sun Blossom (Planning the Trottingham Festival)
I began to get ready to meet Star Song. I styled my mane into a neat swoosh, a style ahead of its time, and put on my famous green polo with orange trim that was custom made to match my cutie mark. Soon I was out the door of my apartment. Walking out into that streets, I took a fresh breath of the city air. Smells like inspiration. I hailed a cab and was on my way to Donut Joe’s, although not very classy, the atmosphere was friendly and the food fantastic. We arrived and I paid the taxi driver his wages. I walked in and gave a nod to Joe who returned it with a smile. I sat down at my favorite table and ordered my caramel low fat cappuccino. My drink came and as I began to take a sip, the bell above the door rang and Star Song came in.
After the interview with Star, I looked down at my notebook. I crossed off Star’s name, another flop. Walking out, I started heading towards Cafe Dulce to meet with Coco Pommel. Getting there, I walked in and gave a smile to Caramel.
“So who are you meeting today, Trend?” He asked in his usual routine when seeing me.
“A new designer, Coco Pommel, maybe you’ve heard of her?” I said while taking a seat, as Caramel came over with a menu.
“Can’t say that I have, but I’m also not an expert when it comes to the fashion world.”
“Well I’m hoping she’ll be the next hit since all my other leads have run dry so far," I said while pointing at the hay and squash soup on the menu and passing it towards him.
“Then I hope this interview goes well, good luck.” He said as He took the menu and trotted back to the kitchen where he began to bark the orders to the chefs. As I waited for the soup, Coco Pommel came rushing through the door. Disheveled and a bit winded, probably from running, she walked over to my table and took the seat across from me.
“So sorry about my appearance, I was running late today.” She said as she attempted to tidy her mane.
“Apology accepted. How about you order something to eat, you look starved, and then we start the interview.” I motioned to one of the waiters and he then came over handing her a menu.
“Ttthank you so much for tthis opportuunity.” Coco said shakily as she picked up and menu and began examining it.
“My pleasure.” I hope she’s not this nervous the whole time. Maybe after some food she would calm down a bit.
Well thats exactly happened. Before and during the food, Coco very shyly commented and spoke hesitatingly, but after dessert, she seemed to have calmed herself down. “So Miss Pommel,” I started as I began the interview.
“Coco is fine.” She interrupted. I let out a smile. She was now confident to interrupt me, good, that always made for an easier questioning period when the client wasn’t constantly filling their sentence with ‘um’s and ‘uh’s.
“So, Coco, where do find inspiration for your marvelous designs?” I had my notepad and pen ready to jot every word she said.
“Well I get inspired by this city.” She said as she looked out the window and a smile crept on her face.
“Which aspect of the city do you find most inspirational?” I asked trying to dig a bit deeper than the common city pony trying to make it big.
“Well what do you mean by aspect?” She said turning her attention back to me.
“Are you inspired by the structures? the nature? the ponies? Things like that.”
“Oh, well then I would have to say…. the feeling of the city. I know that sounds strange, but the very essence of all the things you said and all the things that make up Manehatten, ALL inspire me all at once.” I wrote down her answer. Could she have been more vague? Yet still, I understood what she was attempting to convey, this city has this mesmerizing charm which all the inhabitants have come to love. I myself always felt most inspired to write when in the city rather than when I was writing abroad. I realized something, I had been the ends of Equestria, yet I always found myself back here and feeling just as inspired as before. I wonder why?
“Do you think you will continue working in Bridleway costuming?” I continued with the interview.
“I was not planning to, right now I’m actually trying to get my name a bit more out there so I can sell my own lines.” I wonder how she hasn’t had her own line out yet, she was clearly talented, maybe not ambitious enough? But that didn’t seem right since she just broke away from Bridleway and was already trying to get her name out. So what was it?
“What did you do before Bridleway?” Maybe this would bring some answers, I hoped.
“Well, I used to be an assistant for a designer named, Suri Polomare. After I quit working for her, I got a job on Bridleway and have worked on shows there ever since.” An assistant? That’s why she never got her own lines, she was working on another pony’s.
“Do you know where Miss Polomare is now?” I had never heard of the designer.
“I honestly don’t know. I haven’t seen her since the end of fashion week two years ago. Ever since, I haven’t heard a word of what became her.” So she worked for a fashion flop yet came out on Bridleway, huh. I glanced over at the clock across the cafe. 3:15?!?! Oh no I had to rush over to Liberty Island to meet with Randy, oh but I felt like Coco would actually lead me to a good story.
“Well, Coco, I have to be off to meet somepony, but I’d love to get another interview with you, when are you free?” I grabbed my notebook and glanced down at my calendar as well.
“I’m free all day Tuesday and Thursday, and Friday afternoon.” I looked over and she had a planner she was looking at. Well organized, nice.
“Well then how about we meet at Central Park, Thursday morning?”
“Sounds perfect.” She said jotting the appointment down with a big grin painted across her face.
“I’ll see you Thursday. Goodbye Coco.” I said as I left some bits on the table and galloped out. I ran as I tried to get to the ferry on time to get to the island. As I neared the dock, I saw the ferry still there. Whew. I quickly boarded and soon it was off toward the Statue of Liberty.
Fashion, Journalism, and Romance
Waking up, a bit early just in case, I popped out of bed and quickly got changed. Putting in my little flower clip and straightening my collar and tie and running a comb through my bangs, I took a look into the mirror. Perfect. Walking out, I headed towards Central Park. As I got there, I spotted Trenderhoof over at a bench. I began to walk over as he saw me and gave a grin. “Good morning, coffee?” He handed me a cup of hot coffee and scooted over on the bench.
“Thank you.” I said taking a sip.
“So into the interview.” He started, taking out his notepad and pen. “Yesterday you said you quit your assistant position, what made you quit?" I took a deep breath as the aroma of coffee filled my nose. As I thought of that day when I finally stood up to her, a confidence filled me.
“Well, Suri had entered fashion week and she felt very confident in the line accept against one opponent, Rarity. She had created her own cloth and it was marvelous, so Suri asked if she could use some and Rarity, who was very kind, gave her all of she extras. So then Suri had me make a whole new line for her that night so that it would seem Rarity had taken HER idea. But Rarity was able to make a whole new line, all from hotel materials, with the help of her friends and it was amazing, she actually won. That’s when I realized that you don’t have to be cruel to win, you can be generous and still make it in this city. So I quit working for Suri and followed my own path which lead to Bridleway because Rarity was able to get me a job there.” I looked over at Trend and instead of furiously writing, he was looking at me.
“That’s incredible, for more reasons than one. Not only is that inspiration, but I also was taught something by a mare named Rarity.” It was mostly likely were talking about the same mare.
“From PonyVille?” I asked, just to be sure.
“Yes!” Wow, Rarity was quite the inspirational mare.
“What did she teach you?” I asked turning towards him; wondering if also learned about generosity.
“Well,” He began. “She taught me that you shouldn’t change yourself for another pony and that if they didn’t like you the way you are that’s their loss.” Not what I had expected, yet so beautiful, stay true to yourself, Rarity really was brilliant.
“How did you find that?” I asked honestly wondering how that came up.
“Well…” He told me how he had fallen for a country girl named AppleJack when in PonyVille for the PonyVille Day Parade. While there he had tried to become all country to woo her, when Rarity stopped him from giving his life away and told him that changing himself wouldn’t make AppleJack love him for who he truly is.
“That’s so interesting that Rarity affected both of careers so majorly, for me it was getting credit for my designs and you it was staying in Manehatten and being a writer rather than a farmer in PonyVille.” I chuckled at the thought as I looked at Trend and imagined him all muddy in jean overalls.
“What’s so funny?” He took a sip of his coffee before scooting closer to me.
“I was just thinking of you as a farmer. I think city fits you better.” He laughed.
“Yeah, getting dirty and sweaty in the sun all day is not quite that appealing to me.” I smiled as I looked across Central Park. Although many ponies were walking around, it seemed like a serene escape from the bustling city streets. I always did love to sketch here and just take in the feeling. I looked back at Trend who was watching the clouds roll by with a blank face. He was an interesting stallion, he loved farm life and nature yet seemed made to live in a city.
“What did you like so much about farms?” I asked. He turned his attention back to me and gave a smile.
“I love it because… because I’m fascinated with nature.”
“What do you mean ‘fascinated’?” I asked trying to get a clearer answer.
“Well, I’m fascinated by how nature just does and yet it makes these beautiful scenes and intricate components.” It made sense what he was saying, because those things often inspired me. We both gazed around the park for awhile just simply taking in what it had to offer. Trend suddenly turned me. “Im sorry but I have to go, I have another appointment across the city. Maybe we could talk again sometime, are you free Friday?”
“Yes.” Another meeting? I was sure make one of his stories now.
“Then meet me at six at Bab’s Bistro Friday. I’ll see you then.” He said ending with a smile before he got up and galloped away. These interviews seemed to really well. It just seemed so easy to talk to him which made them so enjoyable unlike my usual interviews which I would dread for fear I would make a mistake or a fool of myself. I’m glad this is working out, hopefully my name would soon be known throughout all ManeHatten. I got up and began to walk home as I thought of my promising future.
Fashion, Journalism, and Romance
After hours of slaving away at a sewing machine, I looked up at the clock and saw the time nearing 5:30. Time to head out. I turned to my sewing machine, turned it off, and covered it up then began to quickly gather all the scraps of cloth and loose strings I had scattered around. Picking up the all of the bobbins of string, I finished by picking up my sketch book, putting on the table and closing it to the beat-up cover. Turning around, I looked around the room with a smile and felt as calm as it looked. I grabbed my bag and headed to the Bistro.
As I walked down the streets I looked around at the buildings taking in the sharp edges and powerful look they gave. I focused my gaze on the ponies around me. Some dressed sharply, others simple, and many avant garde, yet they all had the same bustling speed and pushing pace. I finally came up on Bab's Bistro . I looked over at the large clock on the outside of a nearby building, it read five fifty six. I walked in the doors and was met by the greeter pony. "Welcome to Bab's Bistro, would you like a table?" The mare said cheerfully as her curly yellow mane bounced with her words.
"Uh.. I have a reservation with Trenderhoof, is he here yet?" I said with a smile at the end as to not seem rude.
"Oh yes, Mr. Trenderhoof already arrived, I'll show you to the table ..uh." She looked down at the reservation list, "Miss. Pommel?"
"Yes, that would be wonderful." I followed her down an aisle then took a sharp left to find a table with Trenderhoof buried behind his menu. The mare trotted off to her post as I took a seat. Trend looked up and an adorable smile brightened his face.
"Hello again." He said as he put the menu aside. " So how are things going with your new line?"
"Well ..." I dove down into every detail of the past couple of days and my different inspiration, my difficulties, my semi-crazy ideas, all of them. He was so easy to talk to and just felt so safe and so right to pour out all my emotions to him. I liked that.
"That sounds amazing, the whole line, each piece sounds so unique yet they all tie together." I looked at him and saw genuine interest in his blue eyes. I sat there smiling at him as I thought.
"What?" He said with a look of confusion on his face. "What are you thinking about?"
"I just have never met a writer quite like you." A blush crossed over his face warming his cheeks.
"What do you mean by that?" He said a bit frazzled.
"Well you're just so easy to talk to compared to other journalist, and I realized it's because you take a real interest in what I say. You aren't constantly scribbling on paper every word, instead you seem to really think about what I say, mauling over each sentence. It's ... unique and I like it." He smiled.
"Well because you are a very interesting pony and everything you say intrigues me." Now I began to blush. I quickly picked up the menu to hide my cheeks and Trend called over the waiter.
"Shall I start you out with some drinks or are you ready to order?" The waiter asked as his small well-combed dark blue mustache rumbled upon his lip with his words.
"I think we are ready to order." Trend said looking toward me slightly questioning his statement. I nodded and he continued. We both ordered and waiter took our menus and left us in a growing silence. "So.. uh hav-"
"Why are you in Manehatten?" I blurted. Crap, I honestly was wondering but that came across so rude AND I interrupted him.
"What do you mean?" He asked a bit startled.
"Well, your a TRAVEL writer, so why are you at home instead of traveling about trying to get some hot scoop from.. well.. some where else?" His expression stiffened. I began to feel uneasy.
"Well you see, I had been traveling around for quite some time now but I hadn't found anything worth writing about. Lead after lead each came up dry and as time went on the publisher got impatient and so did the readers, so I finally decided to stop chasing leads all over Equestria and instead to come back to the one place where I am always inspired," His eyes gazed out the window dreamily at the city, " Manehatten, my home." His eyes suddenly became hard again as he continued. "Yet even here, I still couldn't find anything... that is until I saw the show The Whinny of Oz and although the acting was spot on, it was enhanced so much more by the garments worn by the actors which seemed to shine, and that is what lead me to you." He turned back to me with a smile, his eyes gentle and his expression soft. I left out a small sigh of relief. I didn't like seeing Trend so overwhelmed and stern, it seemed so unnatural for him who always seemed together and easygoing.
"Well, I'm glad you saw the show, looks like both of us reached our big break from it." He nodded in agreement. "So, how is the story going?"
"I have a first draft written so far, now I just need to edit a bit, did you want me to give you a copy of it?"
"Yes that would be amazing, I'd love to know what impression I gave you." He gave a chuckle.
"I'll send it to your apartment and I'd love if you would give me your feedback on it."
"Of course!" I said with a smile. Our food arrived and we ate in silence, both of our minds preoccupied. After we finished, Trend broke the silence first.
"Well I'll send you the draft immediately, I hope you'll enjoy it." He said as he began to get up to leave.
"Perfect, I'll be waiting for it." I stood up as well and we both made towards the exit. As we came to the door, he sped up and held open the door. "Thank you." I said a bit surprised. He looked at my expression and gave a smile.
"What? chivalry is not totally forgotten in this city." His eyes teased as he turned away as he trotted into the crowd and soon disappeared within it. I began to walk home myself.
Stepping into the apartment, I jumped onto my couch and snuggled up in the center, thinking about the story, my future, and Trend. My thoughts swirled around as I began fall asleep.
Fashion, Journalism, and Romance
New Beginnings
I sat on the bench waiting. A light wind passed, chilling my bones. Was I just going to keep sitting here like an idiot? How long was long enough? What if I left and then she comes? I should have thought this through better. Ugh. But I'm just such a sucker for making romantic gestures, why! Ok if she doesn't come in the next hour I'll just go home make some coffee and carry on with my life. It would be ok if she didn't show. Would it though? No it wouldn't. My heart will break and I'll be a mess, I'll probably cancel my appointments and just give up the story. Ugh, love is stupid. No, it just makes me feel stupid. Why is it so cold out here? I crossed my arms and ducked my head to keep warm. How long had I been waiting? I looked up at the clock on a skyscraper. It had been five minutes. As I went to bring my head back down, Something caught my eye. A mare running, a blue haired mare, Coco. My heart leaped and the chill left me. I ran out to her. She threw her arms around my neck in a warm embrace saying only one word repeatedly.
"Yes"
We stood there just hugging and happy. My muzzle was buried in her sweet scented hair and I just stood there inhaling the feeling. I didn't want this moment to ever end. Her arms grew loose and she began to pull away, then leaning in she kissed me. We both were starting new chapters of our lives and decided that each other we're going to be a part of it. This was our new beginning.
Fashion, Journalism, and Romance
I set down my quill and rubbed my sore hoof while looking over my latest sketches. They were good but their weren't quite perfect, they were missing something, but I didn't know what. I got up and paced around my studio. It was a much larger space then I used to have a couple years back, but although it was large it never felt empty. This was mostly due to my new lines that kept coming out with high demands on them. My career had truly taken a large turn from where I began. I smiled as I looked out on Manehatten, the city that inspired me and accepted me and I in return loved it loyally. I walked back to my desk, sitting down and continuing to puzzle of the designs. As I stared down the sketches, my mind drifted. A chime from a far away clock brought me back into reality. I sighed, collected the designs tossed them in my saddle bag and got up to leave. With a quick inspection and a flip of the lights, I was out the door and on my way home. Maybe I would figure out these outfits final touch when surrounded by the city. The exhaustion of buses and taxis mingled in the air with the smell of roasted vegetables from street vendors. I walked through the maze of skyscrapers and arrived at my building. Although much had changed in the last few years, my home had not, still the same simple but comforting apartment. I walked in, grabbed my mail, nodded to Charlie, and was on my way up to my apartment. Walking in, I threw my bag aside and seated myself on my couch with my mail. Sorting through the letters expectantly, my smile began to fade as I finished reading through them. Nothing from Trend. It was strange, he had always written at least once a week ever since he was finally inspired and decided to continue his travel writer legacy across equestria. I was very happy for him that he was happy, but I also missed him. Our long walks through Central Park, our constant coffee dates, our talks of the city, our joined love for the theater, even though we only had this for a bit over a year, it was the best year of having him constantly around instead of now where I barely see him and only hear from him through his letters, which he had been very diligent to write and for that I'm very grateful, but I still miss seeing him. I groaned in dismay and got up, walking over to my little kitchen. Grabbing a mug from the white cabinet, I set it down on my jet black counter tops while I searched my coffee beans. The grinder buzzed, as it turned the beans into powder. Pouring the water in and placing in the beans,
"Maybe a lace accent?" Came a familiar voice from the doorway. I quickly spun around to see him. Trenderhoof. I jumped up, ran over to him and threw my arms around him. His arms wrapped around me in a loving embrace.
"I missed you," I whispered as if it was a secret.
"I missed you too," he whispered back, his warm breath tickling my ear. The smell of his sweet cologne filled my nose as he pulled away. "I have so much to tell you, how about we talk while we walk in the park?" He suggested with his eyes gleaming.
"Of course!" I smiled. Soon we were out of my building and into the city. We walked silently through the bustling noise, each of our thoughts racing around like the taxi ponies all around us. We reached the park, and every thing seemed to slow down. The noise died down and now we had the chance to catch up. "So what have you been reporting on these last couple of weeks, you hadn't mentioned it in your letters, but I'd assume something was holding you up?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Well I've been having great luck with leads...." Trend continued to talk about how each story lead him to another. We walked through varies paths with Trend pulling slightly ahead as he led the turns. Eventually, we came upon a bench and decided to sit down. "While I've been away, I've done a lot of thinking about us," Trend said as he looked me straight in the eyes. His eyes were a bright indigo yet very soft. "And well I've been thinking about life without and ..... I realized ..... I couldn't be happy without you. so..." Trend got off the bench and bent down on one knee, my heart pounded fast. "Cocoa Pommel..." He pulled a small black velvet box from his pocket and my eyes began to tear up. "Will you marry me?"
"YES yes, a thousand times yes!" I cried as I collapsed on his shoulder and he held me close. We both were about to start a new beginning, a new chapter, but now our stories are unbreakable by a bond of our love.
Fashion, Journalism, and Romance
*BEEP* *BEEP* BEEP* I swatted my hoof at my alarm clock until I hit the button. Opening my eyes I gazed out on the early city through the glass. The dawn shone across the city breaking the business of the night from the quietness of the morning. Getting up, I felt fresh and awake which seemed so new after these past months of no stories and tons of criticism, I finally hit a break, I found Coco Pommel. The last couple of days, I had some more interviews but all came up short, but since I already knew I have at least one scoop, I felt so much less stress than usual.
After I got ready, I locked my apartment, took the elevator down and left the building. Only the city’s earliest risers were out at this time as I trotted towards a small new spa I had heard of from my friend, Vincent, who was always on top of newest shops and businesses. After much walking, I finally looked up to see the sign: Total Relaxation. I hope they were good, not only to get another story but also I just really needed some good relaxation.
I walked in and told the pony at the front desk about my appointment and she scrambled off to find the masseuse as I wandered off into one of the waiting chairs. After a few minutes, the mare was back and led me to a room where a blue stallion stood over a massage table. As the stallion worked out the knots in my shoulders, I thought about my story on Coco Pommel. How would I present her? As a small designer trying to make it big? No too generic. As a loved costumer who was now heading into a different direction? No, that doesn’t seem to embody her as a designer. Hmmmm… What does describe her? Well she worked in Bridleway, she’s a bit shy, she is now going as an independent designer, she has a contagious sweet smile, she has an amazing eye for color coordination, and .. uh… oh she used to be Suri’s assistant. “That’s it!” I said as I jumped to my feet startling my masseuse and almost falling off the table. I laid back down as he continued and I spoke my ideas aloud. “From a designer’s assistant, to the Bridleway stage, finally Coco Pommel breaks free into independent design, as she brings her fashion sense into Manehatten.”
“Sounds interesting to me.” The masseuse chimed. I looked at him through the corner of my eye.
“Now it just depends if the rest of Manehatten agrees with you.” I closed my eyes as I sunk into a deep relaxation.
Fashion, Journalism, and Romance
I walked home after dinner and laid out on my neat bed. I looked over at the draft on desk that I had written for Coco Pommel and thought. Was it crazy? Did she feel the same? Was this all to fast? I had no idea. I closed my eyes as I pondered over it some more. Then suddenly my thoughts became clear and I knew what I had to do. I got up and went over to my desk taking a seat. I dipped my quill, took a deep breath in, and began. As I wrote words flowed harmoniously through my mind. Writing was always easier then talking because my thoughts became collected and clear when I wrote. I set the quill down as I finished and sitting back reading over my words. A smile crept up on my face as I read. It was perfect. I grabbed a stamp and envelope as I addressed the letter. I trotted out of my apartment and walked up to the mailbox. I licked the envelope stuck in the draft and sealed it. Turning it over, I pressed through the mail slot. Now to see her answer.
Fashion, Journalism, and Romance
Unsurety
I walked into my apartment tossing my saddle bag onto the ground. Today had been full of nit-picking over EVERY detail on EVERY garment. It was exhausting to say the least. I walked over to the coffe table where I spread out the mail I had just picked up on my way in. Bills... a catalog ... more bills ... and .. Oh a letter from Trend. Of course the draft! I had almost forgotten he was sending it to me. I eagerly tore through the envelope to reveal the draft. I quickly tossed all the other mail aside as I laid out the papers and began to read it.Manehatten, a city of inspiration and design.... I skipped a few sentences until I saw my name .... An aspiring new designer, Coco Pommel.... I skimmed over what he wrote ... unique taste and a bold style ... Oh how wonderful, he had like my line! ... will meet much success and a bright future... I went to turn the page when a smaller piece of paper fell from the pile. Reaching down, I picked it up and read it.Coco, during all our times together, I have come to really enjoy your company and realized that I have never met some pony quite like you, I feel this connection that I have never felt with any pony else and if you feel the same way I be waiting in Central Park at the same bench on Monday morning, if not just send back the draft with your criticism of it written down and it should be in the papers within the month. So what do you say? Trend
I dropped the note as thoughts tumbled around in my head. .... what?
