This was it. The big guy. The Chief Of Operations. The one who leads and approves projects at YouHoof. When Magenta stepped onto the carpeted office of one of YouHoof's Executives, she knew she was in uncharted territory. The pony she was supposed to speak with had his face buried inside of a folder. Hiding him from view. But Magenta didn't have to look at him to know he was the big boss. One of them. His office was like Sound Boost's and the CEO of Starfire. A glass wall with a bunch of awards lying around. Newspaper clippings and pictures hung on the walls of YouHoof awarding different ponies. She wasn't up there though. Not yet.

The COO pointed to the front of his desk and said, "Have a seat. Would you like something to drink?" Prolifer Smile lowered the folder and shot a smile straight at Magenta. Whoo was he handsome. Magenta didn't feel anything for him though. A unicorn. His orange coat was identical to her own while his yellow eyes greatly contrasted against her Magenta ones. He had a short light blue mane and tail. But that smile was the breadwinner.

Following his instructions Magenta plopped down onto one of the two pillows in front of her and shook her head. "No thank you."

"Okay. So what brings you here today? From what I hear you have busy schedules." He closed the folder he was looking at and slid it to the side.

Magenta shrugged and answered, "My schedule is actually empty right now. No shows at the moment, just vlogs."

Prolifer chuckled and asked, "Trouble in paradise?"

He was good. Magenta sighed and asked her own question. "How'd you know?"

"You're with Starfire Records, which doesn't exactly have the best reputation. Something going on?"

Magenta nodded and whispered, "Don't tell anypony, but... Starfire wants me to drop YouHoof."

Prolifer's mind was suddenly filled with chirping crickets. After a few seconds he leaned back and kicked his hooves up in a relaxed state, eyes on the ceiling. "Well that would be the most stupidest thing they'd ever do," he spat out. "You are the top performing artist on YouHoof, Glow Sounds, and a few more platforms. You're making them a lot of bits! For them to drop you would be bad for business and would drastically decrease their income. By thousands a week."

"Yeah, thing is? I've been thinking about leaving and starting my own label anyway. I have way more than enough bits to get it started and still have enough for everything that goes with it. But I have to be twenty-one to get it started."

Prolifer nodded and confirmed, "That's right."

"On my own, that is." Prolifer looked her way. Magenta had a smirk on her face that was... Intriguing. "I have a proposition that could benefit both of us. YouHoof, and the Gold Sisters."

"... Go on."

Magenta leaned in and spoke in a much quieter tone. There was no telling who had good ears and who didn't. "So a friend informed Bright and I about the fact that even though I have to be twenty-one to even get the label setup on our own, if we partnered with another company to be our 'adoptive parent', we would be able to do it. We were thinking to have a label work closely with YouHoof, but also managing our own sales."

Prolifer nodded and sat back in his seat. He crossed his hooves and said, "Well that would be a grand idea. YouHoof's Corporate here is all about money and investment. I could talk to the executives about it, but they would want to see some guarantee. I'm sure you know a label isn't a label without its artists, managers, promotion, and distribution. And you, from last we heard have over seven hundred million bits, I'm sure you can afford that."

Magenta nodded and waved her hoof his way. "Yeah, no sweat."

"So here's the deal. I can speak to the CEO about it and your proposition. But he will want to see some Guarantee that you can pull this off. That means while we're making the decisions, you have to search for artists, managers, promotion tools, all of that."

"It's possible to publish on YouHoof, right? Albums, singles?"

Prolifer Smile shrugged and stood up to make way for one of the bookcases by the door. "Well yes, and no. You release singles all the time on YouHoof. Albums would pretty much just be a bunch of singles in a playlist. But if you're talking about a program in YouHoof that releases albums in the form of a label, then no. We don't have that."

Magenta jabbed her hoof in his direction and stated, "That's what I'd like to see."

Prolifer counted off his binders and grabbed a white one on the far right with his magic and tossed it onto his desk. Magenta took note that this pony was very casual and laid back about everything. "Well if you were to lead it and be the founder of the program, it'd be a go. But just like anything on Net, we want to see some features. Contracts, legalities, all of that we want to see. We just don't want a name. We want to see that you're for real about all of this. So I'll tell the top head about it and get back with you. All you need to do is get some artists, promotional platforms, and some other things that I'll list out. Once you have that, give me the details, and I'll show it to my boss."

Bright liked school. The smell of too much perfume in her math class, the struggle of trying not to sleep and keep the cameras and such away from her. Seriously, it was hard to not make a scene. If she were to sleep, it would be all over Net, and it would be extremely difficult to get off. That was the let down of being superstars. A serious letdown.

Luckily, lunchtime was her favorite. And lunchtime was now. She didn't need to skip straight into the lines, she always brings her own food, or she goes out to eat. After bouncing into cafeteria full of hungry students, she zipped straight over to her clique: The Cheer Squad. She plopped down into the seat in the middle and whipped out her food. Then nodded to the mares she was sitting with. Since she was the only mare left from Quick Hooves that goes here, she had to make some new friends. While they were speaking about something, Bright's phone rang, stopping her before she could take a bite. And attracting her friends' attention. She smiled at them and pulled out her phone to check the ID. Magenta. To keep others in the dark, they used code names to keep them away from their conversations. Some things ears pick up on.

She answered it and held it up to her ear. "Hey, Purple Diamond."

"Hey, Bright. Look I just left the meeting."

Bright nodded and took a bite out of her sandwich. Then asked around her mouthful, "Yeah? What they say?"

Magenta walked once more into the elevator on that floor and closed the door to answer. "Well they said it's a good idea, but they want to see some push. So Prolifer gave me his—"

"Number?"

Magenta rolled her eyes and answered, "No, Bright. Listen." Then chuckled a little before getting serious again. "They want us to grab some artists and more. So technically, we have to set up the label so they can get some promise that we're serious about this. Then have them get in contact with us and make some decisions."

Bright waved to a pony at another table and asked, "So what do we do now?"

The elevator doors opened for Magenta to step out. "Now we start to build. Since you're really friendly and like to talk, try to search for some artists whenever you can. I'll handle all the legal stuff. Talk to Rara, Firestarter, Spit Rhymes, and Blue Arrow and be on the lookout."

Bright stood up and looked around the cafeteria with the phone to her head. Scanning the crowd for a specific pony. "I already have a pony in mind. I'll keep you posted."

Magenta nodded and responded, "Great. I love you, Bright."

"I love you too, Maggy."

Magenta hung up her phone and made for the front doors. She was holding the folder Smiles hoofed over to her that needed to be filled with information. Once it was all in this folder, she'd give it back. While she moved Magenta read some of it. Artists, managers, promo teams, venues, she knew just who to get in contact with about this stuff. "Jeez, ya' need a haircut."

Magenta stopped and looked around. The air outside was warm and tickled her coat. Who had the nerve to... Babs. Babs somehow managed to sneak up right next to her undetected with a smirk on her face. And was it just her or did she look different. Magenta shut the folder and greeted, "Hey, Babs. How are you... Wait, how'd you find me?"

Babs squinted her eyes and deadpanned, "You're Magenta Streak. All I had to do was ask."

"Oh... Yeah." Jeez, I can't even walk around anymore, Magenta thought. Then asked, "So what's up? Are you wearing makeup?" She reached out and felt her face. Sure enough, there was some blush. Magenta smirked up at Babs and whispered, "Who's the stallion? Or mare? I don't judge."

Babs blushed and whispered, "There ain't no pony."

"I'll believe that when I can fly again. Come on, start spilling." She stood up and walked into the street with Babs on her tail.

Babs shook her head and answered, "I ain't tellin'."

Magenta gasped and announced, "So there is a pony! Start. Spilling. Who are they?"

Babs rolled her eyes and hip bumped her lightly. They both missed the very quiet camera snap. "I'm not telling you."

Magenta shrugged and whispered, "Fine don't tell me. I have secrets too."

Babs chuckled and nodded. But couldn't help but think about what Magenta just said. What secrets did she have?

Not much today but eh. A little teaser of what's to come. Start guessing!

A few new character introductions coming up.