A passage I came up with at the top of my head

[Lonk Chase 255]

The Chevy is driving down the highway.

The coffee is still in its mug.

The coltfriend is still sitting in the passenger seat doing Celestia knows what.

And in the meantime I'm feeling downright miserable.

 

Like, who would even think of looking at the ponies who made you who you are, who put you on the pedestal you are now sitting on, and say, "Buck you," to them then smash the podium with a sledgehammer?

Who ever thought that would be a good idea?

Me.

I did.

I made myself drive down this awfully-long stretch of pavement with all my crap overflowing in the backseat-turned-trunk.

I got fed up with being somepony's idol. Being god-like to them. Being praised over and over again, even in my sleep.

I was done with being at the top of the world.

Because once you're there, you realize there isn't much air up there.

So you start suffocating.

 

My suffocating started a couple nights ago when I met Neon and they told me I couldn't have a relationship with him. Record label officials, for Celestia's sake, are telling me who I can and can't love. Nope. N-O-P-E.

 

Now you might be asking yourself, "Two nights ago? You love him after two nights?? What kind of a crazy mare are you?"

So let me give you some facts:

1. I don't love him. But,

2. I think he's a little cute, and

3. I think he likes me.

Oh dear Celestia, I'm a teenage mare all over again.

 

And there's the point. I don't really have a relationship with Neon (yet), but the record company says if I don't stop having a relationship I don't even have, they will kick me out. *slow claps*

Good job Electro Media. Good job.

 

(work in progress)

---------------------------------------

What do you think?

(by the way, the narrator is Vinyl Scratch if you couldn't tell. oops.)

Updated the passage. Check it out maybe?

Added some more to this. Check it out?

Edited March 13, 2016 by Lonk Chase