Six am and Nothing Better to do.
As I was walking from Fillydelphia one day I met a peculiar Pony, who in some respects reminded me of myself, when we started talking he introduced himself to me as Six, and we began talking, I learned that he had ran away from home, and was making it on his own, doing odd jobs to survive. we were heading the same direction, but I had a detour at a small town, I booked a small gig at a small locally run club. So I told him I could use a roadie for the show, and that I would pay him for it. he gladly agreed stating that he needed the money, and that from what he learned about me from our travelling, I was a nice pony.
It was a pretty fun walk, much more entertaining to walk with somepony rather than alone. I wont go into too much detail of what we talked about on our walk, because some of it was more personal to him, and i would hate to reveal that to the public masses. but when we got to the club, we were on our way to becoming fast friends, Six had told me on our way there that he hadn't been to many clubs or raves, but that he knew who DJ P0N-3 was, and he noticed the likeness. After much convincing he agreed with me that I wasn't her, and told me I should visit a stylist and get a new Mane style. After a bit of asking around we were directed to a lovely little Style Salon called the “Mane Stream” and I spoke with a Lovely mare called Britt, who after a bit of consultation designed the manestyle you see before you.
After that we only had an hour to setup at the club, but luckily they were supplying all the big and heavy stuff, All I needed was to bring my own Turntables, and source of music. The Setup went without a hitch thanks to Six, and we played through our set like no other. The crowd love it, but sadly we we’re only the opening, and the main show failed to out do us. But the entire time Six didn't dance, and it finally was bothering me, I mean even I busted a move or two while I was up there, so I confronted him. “You don't Rave much do you?”
I talked him into dancing with me, he wasn't too bad, mostly scared and nervous I think, its not every day a mare you met only a day ago insists you dance with her. but the more he relaxed the wider his movements got, until inevitably his hoof caught a stallion square in the nose, it hit hard and fast, and almost knocked the poor kid out. His filly friend told the manager what happened, he kicked Six out, and after I began arguing about it, me as well.
There was some good that came out of it, I got the bits from our part of the show right after we were done, and I heard that the last DJ was the worst of the lot. It was late, so we got a hotel together to conserve money, they only had a room with a single bed, which he was going to give to me, but I insisted that he sleep in it too, as he paid for part of the room. Not much else happened, we were both pretty tired from everything that happened that day, but I think I made his day with what I did next.
As we were lying in bed together, I turned to look at him and said. ”I had a great day today Six, and I wanted to show my appreciation to you somehow, I hope this is enough.” I leaned over and kissed him, his face went flush and he didn't say anything else for the rest of the night. The next morning we sadly were parting ways, so as we stood in front of the hotel we made our goodbyes. “Goodbye Violet, I don't think i'll ever forget you.” I giggled slightly, giving Six a confused look. “Then it’s not goodbye, it’s see you later, because so long as we remember, we'll see eachother again.” I kissed him on the cheek, and smiled. “Violet I-“ I placed a hoof to his mouth to stop him, and smiled. He smiled too, and we both turned our separate directions and trotted on.
Trotted on to our own futures, to the places we've yet to see, to the places we might meet again.
