Way before the sun poked out from the horizon, and before Magenta's year round sing-song voice pierced her eardrums, Bright had set up her agenda for damage control. Similar to Magenta's, Bright's room was focused on size and skill. Whereas Magenta's room was built for research and music, Bright's was mainly focused on dancing and moving. A few instruments hung from the ceiling, both high and low with a second level that reached up to Bright's full dance studio.

But at the moment, she was digging through her closet for something to wear. Magenta would be getting up sometime soon. She gets up late when the sun doesn't shine, and early when it does. It's a partially cloudy day, so she'll rise at around nine. It was nearly that time. Bright needed an outfit to start moving. Similar to her sister, Bright throws her clothes out behind her in a reckless fashion.

After a few seconds of colors flying through the air, Bright settled on a standard pink wear. She stepped out wearing a Mahlooho pink sweatsuit, complete with a pink hoodie and sweatpants, fitted with small golden designs along the edges. She struck a pose and flipped her braid around in pride. She looked good and she knew it. Didn't even have to look in a mirror.

Satisfied with her attire, Bright swiftly picked up her phone and sat down to dial a certain number. Once she did, she put it to her ear and waited. It never took long for Carolid to answer. Bright swears she takes her phone in the shower with her.

After a few seconds, Carolid greeted, "Bright Light, whassup? You didn't call yesterday, what was that about?"

Bright walked over across the glossy wooden floor to her wall of items and grabbed a laptop bag hanging low, already fitted with what was needed today. "Sorry, me and Maggy had plans. Listen, I know you saw the paper."

"I saw the NEWS, my friend. I turned on the TV? Boom. Magenta and whoever that is on the screen. I swear, they stay on her more than they stay on me."

Bright sighed and swung the bag comfortably over her back. Then made way for the door. Of course Carolid saw it. She rarely misses anything. Bright's ears rattled when she heard Magenta finally rise out of bed with the dramatic number. "Yeah, well we need to do damage control. I'm heading to your place for a live vlog session. Sound good?"

"You know I'm not doing anything. Swing on over. Or I could come to your place. Doesn't matter, yeah come by."

Bright stopped in front of Magenta's room and looked inside. She was doing some stretching by her bed humming something with a deep smile. A perfect time to walk in and toss the paper on her bed. Magenta glanced at Bright for a moment. Then picked up the paper to read. Bright replied, "Alright. I'll see you later... Okay." Bright removed the phone and tucked it in her bag. Then finally faced Magenta's Open-Mouth expression.

Slowly, Magenta faced Bright, pointed to the paper and asked, "How? And why?"

Bright pointed at the paper and answered, "A possible 'razzi in the bushes, and because it makes for a great story. We're trending topics. Before I turn into a maid and clean it up..." Bright grinned and whispered, "Is it true?"

Magenta blushed and stammered, "N-No!"

"I wouldn't blame you if it was. Babs has an interesting complex. She looks like a hardcore filly, but has a really soft side. Are all Appleloosans like that?"

"I don't know! Look, just play clean up while I sneak out and reassure her everything's fine. She's gonna wanna talk about it. You're best at doing these things." Bright only stared with that annoying knowing smirk. Earning a bop on the muzzle from Magenta. "Get out of here!"

"Fine, fine, I'll go." Bright turned and slowly walked towards the door. But not without adding. "Don't act too quick to say no though, she might like you. In the photo she was wearing makeup to obviously see you. You might not like her, but she may like you." And with that and after a wink, Bright strode out of the room and into the hall, leaving Magenta to ponder on what she just said.

She blinked and directed her sights to the paper on her bed. Babs wearing makeup and trying to look nice. It would actually make a lot of sense. A lot of mares had a thing for Magenta. But most of the time they originated from the fact that she was a rock star and had a lot of bits. Not because they truly had a thing for her. But Magenta could easily tell that Babs was different. A truly different mare. With a plan formulating, Magenta smirked and made her way to the bathroom to get ready.

No one could recognize Bright. Similar to Magenta's masquerade yesterday, Bright was setup in a conspicuous outfit and walking with everyone else on the sidewalk for the train station. Technically speaking they were still on vacation until they are told otherwise. They could go and leave as much as they wished until a phone call came in saying it was time to get back to work. But Bright wasn't hiding because of Starfire. She was hiding from the ponies nearby. No doubt everypony heard about the Magenta and Babs shipping. Poor Babs was probably scared to come out of her room, let alone the house.

After walking out the mansion and into the streets of Manehattan Unique, Bright buzzed to the front gate and out into the Manehattan air. The sun was glinting off the many metals in sight, creating a spectacular light show that accentuated the sight of East Manehattan. Not to mention the ponies. But Bright was on a mission and had no time to fantasize and enjoy.

Spreading her wings, she took to the air and made her way up to the clouds. Cloudsdale wasn't even an hour away, but it was a good thirty minutes at her speed. She whipped off her pink hood and took a deep breath. "Well... Let's do this,"she whispered. Then flapped her wings and soared into the sky, heading for Cloudsdale in the distance.

Babs had no idea what happened. How it happened, let alone when it happened. But she had a good idea. Babs' home was nowhere near East Manehattan. Not even close. She lived in Northwest Manhattan. The part of Manehattan where ponies say "You live to work." Basically, if you live in Northwest Manehattan, you're going to have a hard time getting out. The homes here weren't rundown per se, but they did have an obvious wear and tear on them. Babs home was actually a studio apartment. It was small but still livable. Her bed was made up in the corner with a dark shade of orange as the comforter, the kitchen was only four hoofsteps on the right, the bathroom on the left, and what she liked to call a resurrection section in the corner. Twilight would hurt herself trying to organize all the mismatched books over there next to the window.

When Babs got word of the rumor, it was from a phone call. The soundless peaceful snoring under the comforter was interrupted when the phone rang by her ear. Babs' eyes sprung open and blinked away the groggy blurriness that made the colorless walls even more hard to recognize. But when she finally got her sight back, she trained her sights on the phone right in her face. Sighing, she slid her hoof out and pressed the answer key. "You've reached Babs," she greeted tiredly. "If you'd like to make an appointment please send an—"

"Babs, get up," Magenta ordered. "And check the paper."

Babs blinked then sat up and looked around. "Huh? Why?"

"Just check the paper. I'm sending a ride over there right now. Get dressed and keep yourself incognito." Before Babs could respond, Magenta had hung up. Babs sighed and decided to indulge herself. Whatever it was had Scoots in a take charge kind of attitude. She... Kind of liked that.

Babs shrugged the covers off and jumped out of her bed onto the wooden flooring to stretch. Once all the cracks and kinks were out, she smacked her lips and made her way to the door with lidded eyes and a pleasant smile. The air inside was cool. Just like the air out the door when she opened it. She yawned once again and picked up the newspaper lying at her hooves. Whatever this was about had better be good.

The door across from her opened up and out walked her nosy neighbor. This stallion was annoying. Very annoying. He was a unicorn that had a deep white coat and bright yellow eyes. And the cutie mark of a sun. He looked her way and greeted, "Good morning, Babs! How are ya' feelin'? Still workin this year?"

What the buck kind of question was that? Still working? Was this guy expecting her to quit? He was a really strange pony. Babs sighed and feigned a smile. "Yep! Still working," she responded. Then looked back down at her paper while he drawled on.

"Yeah, me too don't ya' know. Wait, you don't know! Oh how silly of me! So I've been working on a new project! And I was hoping you and I could—"

Babs' gasping cut him off. She quickly covered her mouth and read the headline once again. There she was, framed in a photo with Magenta Streak looking like she and her were on a date. She had to admit, they got the best photo, but that was beside the point. There shouldn't even be a photo! She stepped back and closed the door before the nosy neighbor could say something. Which he did.

"Holy buck, you know Magenta Streak?! Are you two actually dating?! Hey! Hey, everypony! Babs is dating Magenta Streak!!"

Babs facehoofed and dragged it down her growling muzzle. That pony's mouth was too much to handle. She had to get out of here. And not because Magenta said so, but because the whole complex was going to start asking questions. Babs threw the paper to the side and grabbed her phone, house key, and a few other things to throw into a bag before someone knocked on her door.

"Babs Seed, this is the manager. I have a few questions regarding—" Babs opened the window in the corner and climbed out. Then jumped into a row of bushes below.

"Ow! Ouch! Oh not, not there! Now I got to get that looked at." Babs crawled out of the bushes and spat out a twig. Wiping her mouth, she whispered, "That was a bad idea." But completely necessary, nonetheless. She eeped and ducked back down when she saw a few ponies walk past with a newspaper underneath their wings. Once they were out of earshot, Babs whipped out her phone and dialed Magenta. Then put the phone up to her ear and kept look out.

"It's Magenta."

"Wow, such a greeting. Listen, how am I getting out of here?"

"There's a chariot at the entrance of the complex you live in. Just make a sprint for it. You can't miss the chariot."

"Yeah, I bet. I'll see you later. And... Thank you."

"No problem, just get here." Magenta hung up the phone before she could respond, leaving Babs with a feeling she didn't understand yet. But if hanging a whole day with Magenta was in the cards, it was certainly going to to come to light soon.

Sighing, Babs looked around and assessed the area. Good thing Magenta warned her. All the ponies were reading the paper and making their way across the paths to the building Babs previously occupied. Curse the fact that she was a beautician. Everyone apparently had mane problems on this side of town. Once they were out of sight, Babs bolted out of the bushes and into view. She used all the strength she had to run with her small bag of supplies. Add that to the fact that she had no idea where the ride was and she was an open target—oh wait, there it is. Jeez, Magenta. Why'd you have to call the gold open chariot?

The ponies pulling it looked like they just woke up and quickly dressed to impress. The two at the front watched her approach and jump inside. Then waved a hoof forward, pulling the chariot along. Babs yelped and fell on her back from the sudden pull. She was not expecting that. But once the ride got started, she sat up and looked around. They were leaving Northwest Manehattan, but not on the faster road they usually go to get to East Manehattan. They were taking—pretty much—the dark alleys of Northwest Manehattan. All eyes on the speeding chariot. Jeez, these stallions could move. Before Babs knew it, they had drove around East Manehattan and were now in front of the gates to East Manehattan Unique. The security guard there immediately opened the door and allowed them in.

Babs muttered, "Well... This'll wake you up literally any morning." Last Babs checked, it wasn't even nine yet. The chariot slowed and turned into the open gates of the Gold's mansion, still larger than life and as big as the castle in Canterlot. Just more... House-like. And had three floors without spires. The chariot slowed to a stop at the same time the front door opened to allow Magenta out, wearing an orange and gold housecoat.

Babs grabbed her small bag and made her way up the stairs to Magenta with an expression of worry. Magenta had a more casual look on her face about it, complete with a chill smile. All she needed was acup of coffee and she'd be the most successful looking pony in the nation. Groaning, Babs asked, "How in Equestria can you be so calm about this? What, how, and when did it happen?"

Magenta motioned inside and answered, "I'll tell you once you're comfortable. Thanks, boys! Prepare for a five hundred bit bonus on your next check!" The tired stallions immediately perked up.

Ignoring Babs face of confusion from the side, Magenta closed the door and locked it. Babs asked, "Five hundred bits just for an escort? Each? That's my rent."

Magenta chuckled and turned around to make way for the stairs. "I don't have rent."

Babs followed along and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, way to rub it in. Now what's goin' on, Scoots?"

Magenta lead the climb up the stairs for the foyer and answered, "A paparazzi took a photo of the famous DJ and put it out. Pretty self-explanatory, dont'cha think?"

Babs shrugged and blushed. "I uhh... Didn't think about that."

"Uh huh. Well you're staying here until the heat blows over. If I'm correct, those ponies at that place you live at won't stop asking you questions until everything sort of gets answered. That's what Bright is working on. She's out and about today looking for talent. Meanwhile, I'm in here handling some basic office work for the label by meeting with a few ponies I know that are coming over today."

Babs sighed and smiled at her. "Thanks, Scoots. I don't have to work today so there's no worry about coming in. But then again... My boss might just call in last minute and ask me to, just to drum up business."

Magenta motioned towards the couch and sighed. "Yeah, corrupted bosses. I can... Sort of relate."

Babs laughed and tossed her bag on the couch before hopping on afterwards. "Oh really? The great Magenta Streak had a corrupted boss? Do tell."

Magenta laughed and walked into the kitchen to grab some food and beverage for her guest. "Yeah, the label CEO. Remember? Making music was actually the only job I ever had." Magenta opened the fridge and pulled out a large stack of four pancakes. Then closed it back and made her way to the microwave. "So I can't really relate to like.. A normal job. So like a store clerk, librarian, I sadly can't relate. Since everything I pretty much do is newsworthy, my bosses really don't try and make wrong moves because I have so much power over Equestria. Everyone will end up finding out."

Magenta set the plate down inside and beckoned Babs over before adding, "I guess CEO Gold Spoon didn't get the memo. I'm going to become a billionaire after some investments and cross-promotion. Can I let you in on a little secret?"

Babs quickly bounced up to Magenta's side and answered, "Yeah, what is it?"

Magenta whispered, "Bright showed me this artist on YouHoof named Sunrise Miku. She makes Dubstep, but it's original in a way. She uses a different language in the background and had me checking her out a little bit. I told Bright to stay in contact with her and to keep her informed. I'm actually interested to see what she can come up with next. We'll find out soon enough."

If there are any typos, please quote them down below so I may correct them for your enjoyment!

P.S. Just updated my YouTube Channel with some edgy cover art! Still testing the waters.