By her expression alone Amber seemed to be taking it all to the chest, not even turning back to face Flash as she walked up towards the recording studio. That stallion was a hot mess; vulnerable one second, volatile the next. Sure, he’d find a nice mare one day that could deal with his vast complications and dysfunctions, but she wasn't going to be her out of pity. However, this didn't mean she was completely heartless. Quite the contrary, she hated herself for what she did.
Rhythm wasn't a pony you could sum up in one word. While Amber appreciated simplicity in a pony there’s got to be something said for those who bring a bit more colour into your life. It was more than just complexity for the sake of complexity, it’s a new and different journey. By Celestia, her mother was still wearing off on her even in thought. Look at all these long words she didn't understand. It’s hard to keep a persona when you've been raised to some so-called “educate”.
The more Amber thought of these big words the more her head hurt, or maybe it was just the migraine. By the time she’d actually become aware of her surroundings she was already standing outside the recording studio while some pony was murdering some poor guitar, as with most rock music these days. Maybe if she remixed it… No, back on track. Music was a nice escape but this really wasn't the time.
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Nearing the source of the commotion Amber was very surprised to find Rhythm nearby. She hadn't taken her for a secret metal head, each to her own I guess. Taking a reassuring deep breath she walked up just behind her, opening her mouth as if to say something but nothing came out. Amber felt like she’d just seized up, all of her limbs fixing to the ground.
‘What would she think of me?’
Well, she’d probably be angry, say I'm stupid a bit and then… Actually I'm not too sure. This was all a bit out of her comfort zone, which was surprising considering her comfort zone was large enough to be classed as a small moon. Well, here goes nothing.
“H-hey Rhythm.” Her voice cracked in a way that reminded her of a thirteen year old colt, covering her mouth in slight embarrassment. “What’s up?” Could have been worse I guess.