Muses and Strings- For Rainboomdragon

“You know, you can take the bed, right? I don't mind.” I said while she was brushing her teeth. She came out with a toothbrush still in her mouth.

“Puh, no, it's fine. I've slept on worse.” She spat out the toothbrush as if she was having a light sneeze, and then resumed brushing her teeth.

I paused as I looked out the window.
“Um...” I looked at her nervously. “Do you mind if I ask a few questions?”

I heard her rinse her mouth before appearing again, as she gave a cute yawn before snapped awake.
“Um...” She twiddled her hooves. “As long as it's not too embarrassing.” She gave a blush. “Ask me about it afterwords, ok? I'm gonna set up the couch so I can sleep here for a few days...”

She looked at her dress and stuff flung in a disarrayed pile on the couch. “And maybe clean up a bit!” She gave a laugh and just smiled.

She pulled out a rolled out sleeping bag from her bag, a bright array of colors for something meant to put you to sleep. She rolled it out as I helped out by taking her singing dress and her recording equipment elsewhere, and got a pillow for her.

“Thank you!” She smiled as she crashed on the couch.

“This reminds me of when I was a filly. We'd have sleepovers all the time and...oh ya!” Her face lit up with a bright new idea. “When I was a filly we used to play a game and take turns asking each other questions! Would you be up for that?” Sweet Paradise asked as I thought carefully. I'll just have to make sure to tread lightly. After all, I thought as I looked out the window, I'd really only appeared into this place...recently.

“Sure!” I replied as I grabbed a pillow.

“This is just gonna be a sleepover!” Sweet Paradise shouted excitedly before she paused slightly. “I just realized I don't really know you...” She looked down a bit. “Sorry, that just kinda hit my mind. I...” She paused as I looked at her, sincerely.

“Um...I know that I'm still kinda of a stranger.” I gave a soft blush. “But hopefully by the end of the day we'll get to know each other a bit more, now that the...slightly extraordinary circumstances are both over our heads.” I paused as I cleared my throat.

“Name's Rainboom, and I'm a writer!” I put out my hoof to shake.

“Rain Boom?” She asked as I laughed.

“Close enough.” I replied as she gave a smile and shook my hooves.

“Rain Boom, you've got to remind me to buy some of your books sometimes or something.” Sweet Paradise laughed as I gave a chuckle. She then closed her eyes and let her head fall into the pillow.

“Ok! You're turn!” She gave a laugh as I look at her stunned.

“I...ok!” I replied stunned as she gave an almost song-like laugh.
“I know that right now we're strangers, but, with what you've displayed today, I think if nothing else, I know what kind of pony you are.” Sweet Paradise smiled as I gave a a cheeky laugh. It was all just terribly ironic and terribly amazing all at the same time. I thought for a moment.

“Who was that person?” I asked as she scowled.
“You don't have to answer if you don't want to!” I added as she shook her head.

“No, you should know.” She took a deep breath. “He's a rich bastard who wants to marry me. Probably would give everything in the world other then...you know,” She gave a soft smile in the moonlight, “what I care about.”
I looked at her beautiful form, looking into the moonlight.

“What...what do you care about?” I asked, curious as ever.
Sweet Paradise just smiled.

“Friends, my art. Freedom.” She lightly brushed her mane away from her face. “I want to go where my art takes me, where life takes me, and sometimes.” She sighs as she looks at me. “That's not always so easy for a successful singer. Your reputation proceeds you. Ponies look at you differently.” She took a quick glance at herself, “Not like ponies don't already.”

Silence hung in the room for a moment before I replied.
“Sorry I asked.”

Sweet Paradise shook her head.
“It's not your fault. On paper, There's nothing I should have to complain about. After all, I have performed in front of Celestia, so...” She gave a heavy sigh, “Fame is free. The thing is that I want to...make sure I go back to the places and ponies that helped me succeed and...repay them for all that they've done.”

I looked at her silhouette in the moonlight.
“And fame doesn't sit well with that.”

She sighed. “It doesn't.” She looked at me, this time with renewed conviction.
“Ok, my turn!” She shouted with new excitement. “What have you written? Anywhere I can find and buy them in particular?” She exclaimed as I scratched the back of my head in embarrassment.

“Well...” I thought back for a moment. “In all honesty, I haven't written for a few years.” I looked down in shame. “I haven't written until recently, because...” I stopped as I felt a hoof over my shoulder. I looked up to see Sweet Paradise's face, smiling at me with somber sadness.

“I'm sorry. I know how much that must hurt.” Sweet Paradise gave a sad smile as she wrapped her arms around me. I felt myself crying a bit as I hugged her back.

“I just had all these ideas and...I wanted to...” I felt tears streaming down my eyes as Sweet Paradise just patted me on the head and let me cry into her shoulders. I waited for something that felt like an eternity, before I sighed. Here was my OC comforting me.

As I let go, she smiled and handed me some tissues.
“Thanks.” I spoke softly, wiping away the emotions.

“No worries. I hope you get better.” Sweet Paradise gave an adorable smile as I felt my cheeks blush.
“I...I kinda am better. I'm starting to write again, I just...dunno.”

Sweet Paradise smiled. “It's alright. I dunno either.” She gave a laugh, clear as glass and just as beautiful. “I think that nopony whose an artist really knows if what they do will work. We just kinda...try, pour our souls into it, and hope it works.” She gave a happy grin as I couldn't help and smile.

“Thanks.” I smiled as Sweet Paradise laughed.
“Thank your friend instead, he got you writing again!” Sweet paradise giggled as she looked out the window, instantly somber.

“Oh, and if you saw something in those years of turmoil, learned something, felt something, use it.” Her mane flowed softly as she looked out the window, unblinking.

“Sometimes our most painful experiences are out most powerful ones, sometimes, they are our best works.”
Then I saw her snicker to herself.

“I'm not saying to get yourself hurt or anything. I'm saying that sometimes the bad parts of life are just as powerful for us as the good parts..so you know, live.” She giggled. “Although I'm sure you have no problems living life now.”
I smiled.

“Ya, I think I'm fine now.” I grinned as I felt my eyelids grow heavy. The last thing I saw before I fell asleep during the silence was Sweet Paradise, looking out at the moonlight, her chromatic from lit by the silvery glow of moonlight, thinking to herself, and smiling at me.