Apple Bloom couldn't believe it. Apple Bloom wouldn't believe it! But there it was, sitting on the table between her, Diamond Tiara, Sweetie Belle, and Silver Spoon. Babs and Magenta Streak. Front page. It's only been one day, did she snag her up that fast?!

Apple Bloom shook her head and plopped down into her seat next to Sweetie Belle's dumbstruck body. All the noise around them at the coffee shop seemed to dissipate before Diamond Tiara blinked and asked, "I didn't know your cousin liked Mares, Applebloom."

She responded by shaking her head and answering, "We actually found out yesterday. Poor stallions never stood a chance with Magenta."

Sweetie nudged her and made a few signs reading, "We don't know if this is true or not. You know how magazines like to sell stories by exaggerating them a bit."

Applebloom shrugged and motioned to it. "Yeah that's true. Sweetie said this may or may not be true. It could be the newspaper selling a story. But you know..." Applebloom leaned in and whispered, "Babs confessed yesterday that she did actually have a crush on Magenta. So this is nearly accurate. We're meeting up with Bright tonight at the Ponyville Magenta stage to see what she has to say about this."

Silver Spoon popped the straw out of her mouth and smirked her way. "We'll come with you. Because we're not leaving them or you in this alone."

Diamond Tiara nodded and agreed. "Yeah, that and I want to hear about this crush of Babs'."

Sweetie sighed and signed, "Don't we all."

Babs has seen most of Magenta's "Castle" by this point. A lot of hallways, fancy pictures, grand bedrooms. Extra rooms they really didn't need. Did Magenta work out? Did Bright work out? That'd be interesting to see. Maybe they're dad or mom did. Either way, they had a weight room in here. A large closet-room. She had all types of places.

But the best in the entire house was the studio. Lights dimmed, a camera behind the glass for vlogs, spacious, all types of Synthesizers. A room full of them, lining the walls with cords and lights all over the place.

Magenta gestured to them and said, "This room in total? Costs nearly two million bits. To be honest, this used to be a jacuzzi room when I first bought this place. But I had that broken down and moved to a new room near the pool in the back. Then remodeled this into my studio for me and Bright." Magenta grabbed a chair and rolled it to Babs while she herself plopped into her own seat. Then faced the master mixer connected to their computer. "Out of all of my studios, this is my best one."

Studios? Plural? Babs rolled up a foot or four near Magenta and asked, "How many do you have?"

Magenta made a face and glanced up to the ceiling to think. "Well... I guess two now since my personal one was at Starfire Records. Speaking of which I have to send an email to my previous employer with my decision to drop out of Starfire. Let me tell you something." Magenta swiveled her chair around and faced Babs. "When I first started at Starfire, it wasn't all about bits."

Babs glanced at the master mixer and shifted her body around so her rear hooves were on top and she was leaning back. Then asked, "Really?"

Babs wearing a robe and kicking back. Funny. Biting back a snicker, Magenta nodded and answered, "Yeah. When me and Bright first started out, we met with everyone there and they were like, 'Here at Starfire, it's all about Creativity.' And it was. So much that everyone ended up trying to outdo the other in music, dance, novels, all of it. It was like we signed up to be in a competition. And Bright and I loved it! Getting our creativity out there and getting paid was just a big bonus. They didn't worry about YouHoof because we were privately partnered underneath them. So that was just us. But when we released a single with me, Bright, Sea Creature, and Songbird, and shows started paying us big bits to do interviews, shows and such here in Manehattan, things started to change. It wasn't all about the music anymore. Or the creativity. It was all about the money, attention, and the shows. It got to the point where we had to reach a deadline."

Babs repeated aghast, "A deadline? As in you have this amount of time to get things done?"

Magenta nodded and kicked her own hooves up. Then propped her chair back. "Yeah! Seriously, it was stupid. It wasn't like we couldn't make the time, but my manager, Bright, and myself could see that things were starting to change because we simply joined Starfire Records. We're the top performing artists slash entertainers in Equestria, and Equestria loves to party. It's all about Friendship here, so PLUR pretty much rode with it. Our music made those parties epic, so ponies were spending money on Starfire to get those tracks in their clubs, schools, all of it. It was starting to become a little much. Why do you think we dropped a new song on Youhoof every Friday?"

"But I thought that Youhoof was your choice," Babs recalled.

"Yeah, it's extremely complicated. So here's how it works on the Starfire-to-YouHoof end. Even though we get paid by YouHoof personally, we also get paid by the label who actually uses YouHoof for our tracks. Our music is copyrighted to us, therefore our channel. The way Starfire uses YouHoof isn't to upload music, but to actually track and make sure no one else is using our music from our channel without our permission. And when someone does, they have them pay us—along with a cut for Starfire—to keep it up there. If they don't pay, then that channel is kicked off YouHoof for copyright infringement. Because that channel is a brand using another brand's content without their permission."

Babs gasped and fawned, "Ooohhh. So Starfire acts like bounty hunters for your music on YouHoof."

"Yep! Exactly like bounty hunters. They provide security for our tracks and our brand. That's why when you watch a video on YouHoof, you never hear our music. You may see a video of us, but never our music because it's copyrighted. But all of that is about to change. Once I quit Starfire, I'm taking all of those tracks down and republishing them under my label's name with its own policy. And by law, they have to give those tracks back to me or I can take them to court."

Babs sat back in her chair and looked up to the ceiling. "Wow, that's... A lot."

Magenta nodded and tossed something onto Babs' robe covered chest. "Yeah, it is. But we usually don't have to worry about that, the manager takes care of it. So since you're hiding out, I decided that since it's sort of my fault, that you can stay here."

Babs glanced her way and then down to her chest. There was a flat steel card on her chest that she picked up and looked at. Then back to Magenta and asked, "...huh?"

Magenta nodded and clarified, "Yeah, you can stay here if you want. It's totally your choice."

Babs flipped the card around and asked, "Wait, this is a key?"

"Yeah, press it against the gate outside and it'll let you in. Same for the front door. We have manual ones too and those work regardless, but this one is more of a more faster level."

"Oh... Thanks, Maggy!" Babs jumped out of her seat and onto Magenta, nearly pushing her over with the biggest hug she could manage.

Smiling, Magenta pulled her up to her chest and placed her head on top of hers. It felt good to be hugged by somepony she couldn't really remember that didn't want an autograph. Magenta nuzzled the top of Babs' mane and whispered, "You're welcome, Babs."

Did Magenta just nuzzle my head? Babs sat back and looked Magenta in the eyes with a smirk. "Did you nuzzle my head?"

Never in a million years would Babs have thought Magenta would get shy. But here she was, blushing like a cherry. "Er uhh... I uhh..." Babs placed her hoof against Magenta's lips, silencing her for a moment.

"It's okay," she whispered. Then removed her hoof and whispered, "I liked it."

Magenta smiled then did the last thing Babs would have expected. She grabbed her hips, pulled her body up, and placed her lips on hers. If Babs didn't like Magenta, she would be charged. Thankfully, she did like her. So the most sudden reaction were her eyes going wide for a few seconds, then her body melting into the kiss of Magenta. The feeling of Magenta's lips on hers. The smell of Magenta's coat. The way her mane felt when she reached up and smoothened it back.

Then Magenta just had to pull back and make things weird. She cleared her throat and stammered, "W-Well... I uhh... Screw it, I'm a millionaire. Wanna go on a date sometime? Obviously my treat."

Babs chuckled and tapped her nose. "Yes, I would. Any plans for to—" A noise buzzed from the right side of their position with Babs on top and Magenta on the bottom. Magenta looked over to the far side while Babs removed herself. Someone was at the gate.

Magenta sighed and picked herself up from the chair. "To answer your question Babs, yes I do have plans. But Bright is the only one that has plans tonight. So I'm available then. But right now, I have a few VIPs coming over that can help me secure some stores in Canterlot."

Babs shrugged and followed Magenta into the hallway. "That's fine. I have nothing to do today anyway."

Magenta waved her hoof around, gesturing to the mansion and suggested, "Well you can relax anywhere you want to. There's a pool, a skatepark, a work out room, a home theater, or you can just gaze out at in the observatory or egghead it out in the library. In the meantime, I have business." Magenta turned around and placed her lips back on Babs. "Make yourself at home. But before you do, could you do me a favor?"

Canterlot was the city of dreams. The place of fortune for the ponies just starting out with plans for large futures. A lot of ponies would move here as startups to get what they wanted done. Well that is usually the plan, especially for Deep Light. When she first started her music career, it was in Las Pegasus where she learned the hard way that her target market was in Canterlot. She learned that to grab fans, you have to go to them. They don't come to you. Las Pegasus wasn't always about the House, they were more along the complex lines of music.

So moving to Canterlot was a must. Unfortunately. When she first arrived, it was a little tense. But according to a friend, Canterlot was pretty much owned by highly respected business owners who scouts out the new competition when they first arrived. And that's what they did. Not even a month later and they were knocking on her doorstep, looking her off-white coat and short white mane and tail up and down to get a good reading. But when she told them she was just a small time business owner for music, they shrugged her off. As well as a few of the ponies standing with her right now in front of Magenta Streak's lavish mega mansion that had her friends staring in awe. Getting into Manehattan unique was... Something.

The Guard at the front gave them special cards to put on their flanks and instructed them not to take it off until they were inside her mansion. Something about nosy ponies watching and leaking. Apparently having Magenta Streak's signature on their flanks guaranteed them safe passage. Without it, they were as doomed as a single pony surrounded by dragons.

Her friends were small time shop owners who all just happened to be contacted by Magenta Streak in the past as well. Way before Deep Light showed up on the scene and started to grab artists left and right. At the moment, she only has four, but they have shown great promise to give her more. But her label's reach wouldn't allow it. Then a miracle happened. A pony known as Purple Diamond walked into her office and said she liked the way her artists sounded. Then presented herself as a private liaison to Magenta Streak. A way to get in touch with her. She said that in the future Magenta was going to open a label of her own and have it running big shows, equipment, locations, all of it. But that she needed artists and more under her belt to get it up and running. She said she's been scouting her label for quite some time and that even though it's really small on a high school level, they showed extreme promise that they'll be able to help each other.

At the time, Deep Light was really skeptical about the offer, but immediately brightened up when her label was mentioned in a vlog by Magenta Streak herself maybe two years ago. That meant this was legit! At the time she was still wearing her suit and nopony had seen her face, and it surprised her and her entire label what was underneath when she finally took it off. Then the day finally came when a letter was dropped in her office mailbox. That she and her artists were requested to meet with her and her artists back at her mansion. At first she wasn't so sure until she saw the same mark at the bottom of the letter when she was given a card by Purple Diamond two years ago. It was the exact same one. Then it came as no surprise when her friends called to let her know they all had received letter too. Well one of them said they already knew Magenta Streak personally, but Brush Tail was known for that.

Manehattan Unique was one quiet neighborhood. Really quiet by national standards. One of Deep Light's artists, clearly shaking in anticipation muttered, "Why is it so quiet?"

Deep Light looked over to check out her current state. Drawn Out was quite the character. All of her artists were. She had a hidden wild side she thought they didn't know about. Her coat was an off-white with a gray mohawk. She was smart and knew a little music theory. Barely anything about Synthesizers, but a majority of her melodies had earned the thousand viewer on YouHoof.

Flight Night was the most bubbly. Has the attitude of a five year old filly but the knowledge of a twenty year old mare. A Pegasus mare with a black coat and a deep red straight mane and tail. She knew how to play a bunch of brass instruments and mix them down into electronic sounds using tools she buys.

Green Ticket was a dark green coated unicorn mare with a curled light green colored mane and tail. With an obvious cutie mark of a green ticket. Deep Light had no idea what it meant, and she honestly didn't want to find out. Green Ticket is easily excited to engage in a conversation. And just like her friend here, she was vibrating in anticipation for the gates to open.

Then there was Light House, the only stallion in the entire label. But a smart one nonetheless. He had a knack for getting ponies to smile without even trying. A Yellow coated pegasus with a white mane and tail, and a cutie mark of a red snare drum. Then there were a few more ponies with them, totalling this group to seven.

Drawn Out buzzed over to Deep Light and asked, "Is she home? I thought she was home!"

Deep Light patted her head at an attempt to calm her down and answered, "I have a feeling she is. Now calm down, we're here on business. We don't want to make it look like you're foals or something." Their attention was grabbed when the front door way across the front yard was opened and out walked Babs still wearing Magenta's robe. "Isn't that the mare from..."

It took a minute, but Babs finally made it to the gates. Just as instructed, she placed her card on the gates and waited one second before it pushed in, allowing them access. With a smile she greeted, "Hi, I'm Babs. Welcome to Magenta's Mansion. Follow me."

Drawn Out stepped in first and jumped in the air. "Oh my gosh, we're here!! We're on Magenta Streak's property!! Wow, this place is huge!! How many floors does it have?! Tell me everything!!"

Taken back a little. Babs glanced left and right awkwardly. "Just... Follow me, please." Then turned around and anxiously walked away, followed by the gawking onlookers. Once they reached the top of the stone stairs, Babs pushed the door open and allowed them in first. Then followed in after. Just like usual, open mouths, freezing hearts, frozen hoofsteps. Babs just walked around them and yelled, "Yo' Magenta! Your guests are here!"

"I can see that." All eyes moved to the left when Magenta emerged from the hall that led to the library and studio into view. Those pictures from the tabloids don't do her justice. She may be drenched in scars, but those rumors about Magenta being hot was an understatement. Smiling, Magenta started to greet, "Hi. I'm—"

"Magenta Streak!! Oh my faust!!" Geen Ticket darted forward and grabbed her hoof to shake wildly. Nearly forcing Magenta into a seizure. "I am such a big fan. You have no idea what an honor it is to meet you."

After she let go, Magenta calmly chuckled and set her hoof back down on the carpet. "Yes, well the pleasure's mine. You guys hungry? Thirsty? I have enough food to feed four families for a whole year in here. Speaking of which, I need to get more. That trip from Canterlot had to have left you famished."

Deep Light walked forward and shook her hoof in a more professional manner than the others. They were the same size, but Deep Light had a slightly deeper voice than Magenta. "Well I'm sure the others would like something."

"Alright. Follow me." Magenta turned around and whispered to Babs, "You sticking around or swimming in the pool?"

Babs grinned and whispered back, "Can I do both?"

Magenta shrugged and answered, "Eh, it's up to you. The house is yours, remember?" Then shared a slightly discreet nuzzle before leading the others past and to the left for the downstairs kitchen. Much bigger than the family kitchen upstairs. Babs watched her walk away with a slight blush. Magenta was cute. Pretty. Gracious. And oh so sexy. And extremely rich.

Babs took a deep breath and ordered herself, "Reign it in girl, reign it in." Then made her way to the library to grab a book and text her friends. They were going to want to know about this.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Two more chapters away from the end of Twilight Daylight, and the beginning of Twilight Daylight 2. Once this story has the completed tag on it, I will set an official date for Twilight Daylight 2, currently at 103,945 words. At my current speed, it's estimated to be released on April 5th.