Rock On From Beyond. (Rerecording.)

I open my eyes and I'm staring into Gilda's wide eyes, and laying in her 'arms'. "This never happened." 'Damn it brain,'

"Yep." She shifted her eyes. The knock on the door scared us and I was somehow thrown onto the floor. 'Thanks Ozzy' The door opened and Babs came in. 'Thank God my Pants are still on.' Babs trotted over to check if I was okay.

"Are you okay, Eli?"

"I've taken stage dives, that did less damage." I use her as a hand hold and sit back up on the bed. I look at the clock, 7:05.

"You're fine," Gilda stretched like a cat, yawning.

"Like you care." I snapped back. "Now let's get some breakfast and then we can leave."

"What're we havin'?"

"I can cook something up." I stand up and walk into the kitchen. I kneel down to look into the sorta short fridge. "Eggs, Tortillas, Tomatoes, Green peppers." Babs and Gilda stood in the kitchen doorway listening to the list of foods. "This is where the Traveling part of my job comes in handy." I grabbed some strawberries, some bananas, a pineapple, and some other fruits. "The first course fruit salad." I went to work slicing the fruit, 'Tomatoes and Peppers are fruit!' I grabbed bowls from the cabinet, and filled them with fresh fruit salad. I grabbed a skillet from the dishwasher, threw some butter in it, and threw the tortillas in it. In another pan I cracked three eggs each, and scrambled them. "Second course Huevos con Chilaquiles. Gilda if you don't eat eggs I can make something else for you."

"Go right ahead, chicken eggs are fine."

"Awesome." I took the tomatoes, peppers and Pineapple, and mixed up some salsa to go with the eggs. and some regular salsa to top the Chilaquiles. "And for desert, cinnamon raisin french toast." I found some bread in the breadbox and toasted it using the grease from frying the tortillas. Threw them on a plate and sprinkled cinnamon and raisins on top. I set down four plates of the first course, since I saw Mrs. Orange walking around in the den.

"That smells lovely." Mrs. Orange sniffed the air as the scent of a Mexican Morning filled the house. "May I?"

"First course is on the table, second course's coming up." We sat down and slowly tasted the salad. the sweet banana and the tart pineapple made a winning combo in my book.

"This is amazing, where'd ya learn ta make dis?" Babs was wolfing it down.

"A little place called Albuquerque,"

"I might have to hire you as a personal chef if your music career doesn't pan out." Mrs. Orange still kept her usual cleanliness.

"Is it really that good?" I was answered by three nods. "Thanks guys." I got up and brought in the second course. " Here you go, eggs scrambled, fried tortilla chips covered in mild tomato salsa, and some pineapple salsa to go with the eggs, it's a little spicy so be warned." We dug into the Chilaquiles and eggs, Gilda scarfed down the second course in minutes.

"This is good, dude."

"I better finish up desert." I took the salad bowls and put them in the sink. The toast was done and I grabbed some plates and maple syrup. I set the plates in front of them. "And Voila, French Toast." I look at the clock, 7:45. "Once we finish, we gotta hit the road if we want to make it to Ponyville on time."

"Ponyville, that's where Applejack lives," Mrs. Orange said after swallowing a bite. "My niece, you could stop in and say hello for me."

"Well we'll only be there for a few hours, but I'll see if I can manage."

"Ponyville, huh?" Gilda sounded disappointed. "I'm just gonna stay on the train."

"What's wrong,"

"It's just, me and the ponies there aren't on speaking terms." Probably her anger issues.

"Well you can tell me all about it, on the way there." I was gonna get some answers one way or another. 'Maybe I am a psychiatrist.' "Alright I'd hate to say goodbye but,"

"I'll go get my bag." Babs left for a minute and came back with a suitcase handle between her teeth.

"I'll go get my Guitar, then we'll head out." I stepped forward a tripped over something. I took a moment for my face to feel, and then looked back. "Got it." I don't know if I should be freaking out that this guitar has a mind of it's own, or that it can get up and walk away. With one swift motion I slam my knees into the floor and spring onto my hands.

"Where'd ya learn that?" Babs was wide-eyed.

"Dance to the beat of a different drum."

"But there's no music,"

"First lesson, taught to me by the great Billy Joel ; the city's got a beat, once you hook into it, you can do anything." We walked outside after we said our goodbyes. I saw a band with no singer in the park.Musical Number! No this is not a Disney movie! Oh what the hell. The music flowed out and the lyrics flew out my mouth. The dancing was caught by a pack of hobos and they sang backup. The song made the entire park come to life. 'Billy you've done it.' After several back flips we ended the number. We were met with hundreds of ponies giving us rounds of applause. "Thank you Manehatten," I heard the train whistle and bolt back to Gilda and Babs. "Let's get movin'." About a minute later I slid through the doors after them. "I've had some close calls, but that takes the cake."

"You had to Pull a Pinkie didn't you, that was not cool." Gilda fell back into a booth laying her back paws on the chair across from her.

"Who's Pinkie?" Babs asked as she sat next  to her. Gilda rolled her eyes as I pushed her lion legs off my seat.

"One Pony I hate more than her."

"Start at the beginning,"

Gilda Flashback,

About two years ago I was the best back at flight school, one day a new recruit found her way into the top. We hit it off faster than thoroughbreds out of the gate. She was fast and fun, we pulled all sorts of crap. But when she left for that job at the weather factory, we started drifting apart. So after a about a year I went to see her, y'know to see if she was still top gun, but her stupid friend Pinkie had the notion to throw me a party. Tabasco in the punch, ice water in a dribble glass.

"No blow out candles," I had been victim to these pranks before.

"Yeah," She rolled her eyes again.

"Those sound pretty harmless unless you trigger them in that order."

"And to top it off it was Rainbow Dash my friend put them up."

"It sounds like they wanted to be friends." Babs said what I was thinking,

"And they're in Ponyville."

"Yep,"

"The second lesson i'll teach you was taught to me by an old friend Huey Lewis, he always had the news. The Power of love is a curious thing, makin' one man weep but make another man sing, change a hawk to a little white dove, moore than a feeling it's the power of love."

"I don't love her," Her claw clenched as she shot it at my face. Without so much as a second I caught it.

"I'd rather share a bed with a lesbian rather than be in bed with a chick who doesn't care."

"What's a Lesbian?" I could hear the echo of my mental facepalm.

"He means Filly Fooler." Gilda had the answer, sounded stupid but it fit.

"Oh,"

"Anyway, Love is like music, hundreds of genres, I was never insinuating that you 'loved her' just that you had a little bromance, nothing perverse." Our discussion was interrupted by a stallion in armor. "Problem Officer?"

"I just noticed your carry-on,"

"You want to make sure no pony's inside right?"

"Yes,"

I placed  a finger on the handle and it slowly creaked open. "See it's just an instrument,"

"Looks more like a weapon."

"You caught me Officer, slap the cuffs on me and take me away. My music is a weapon."

"Very funny," He rolled his eyes and turned to leave but I stopped him with a well aimed bit to the back of his head.

"Hey what's with the get up?"

"I am a royal guard."

"Ooh royalty, I might drop in and say 'ello after this is all said and done."

"Best advice, Don't the Princesses have a lot on their plate, and need no distractions." He went and sat down in a booth.

"No Queen huh," This place get more and more like home the longer I stay. "I'm gonna take a nap, Babs wake me up in an hour, Gilda here might have me sleep through the stop in Ponyville, I need to go, my manager made it very clear."

"Okay I'll wake ya."