Getting information on certain ponies wasn't easy. Especially when that pony was the most secretive out there. One would always need an inside source. And Gold Spoon didn't have that. So here she was, sitting behind the desk of her office space on the second floor of Starfire Records' Office Suite. Brooding over The Gold Sisters and their activities. It was no longer a secret here that Magenta had left Starfire Records. And it was obvious the reason was unknown.

That gives Magenta the advantage to put out a post that could put Starfire in a very big spotlight. A spotlight much bigger than the one they were already in after Magenta Streak joined them. Gold Spoon could already hear the questions being shot her way. Why did Magenta Streak leave Starfire? Where did that leave the label? Where did that leave Magenta Streak and Bright Snow? Gold Spoon didn't have an answer for that last one at all. They were now unpredictable. They could go back to being Indy. Or they could even join one of their competitors.

Gold Spoon sighed and buried her yellow hooves in her frazzled silver and violent mane. The color seemed to be eaten alive lately by stress. She was already puzzled and the drama hadn't had yet to commence. She knew Magenta Streak was planning something. But what exactly was the plan?

Gold Spoon lowered her hooves and glared across the room to the pair of doors giving access to her space. She groaned and mumbled with contempt, "What are you planning, Magenta Streak? What ... Are you planning?"

Today was the day. Before the sun was even in the sky, Magenta and Bright were up and in the studio getting some work in. It's been two days since they first teased they had big news for all of their fans and followers. And the reaction was huge so far. So many comments. "What could it be," "Uh oh, The Gold Sisters strike again," things of that nature. But right now, they had to get some more music ready. It's not as easy as it sounds.

The Genre today would be Drum 'N Bass. Magenta hadn't exactly produced a good Drum 'N Bass track in months. So she hopped on one of her Hardware Synths and recorded a melody for inspiration, Bright set in some vocals, then mixing finally brought them to where they were now. In the kitchen taking a break and eating breakfast.

Mom and Dad weren't up yet. And neither was Babs. That gave Bright the chance to have a serious talk with her sister. A talk she's wanted to have for a while now.

The two were sitting across from each other in the dimly lit kitchen downstairs. Around the corner from the studio on the first floor. The sun was just rising and bathing Magenta's back in warmth and comfort while she ate one of her own creations. A few eggs mixed with a side of Apples.

But that wasn't important. Bright sighed and set down her food from the cold side across to ask, "Magenta?" Magenta stopped chewing and looked up to Bright with acknowledgement in her eyes. "It's about Babs. Don't you two think you're ... Going a little fast?"

Magenta sat back and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean ... We can't include Babs in everything. You know? I suggest we keep the music stuff between the professionals." Magenta stopped chewing and stared blankly at Bright. "That's you and I, in case you didn't ... You know."

Oh stars above. Magenta rolled her eyes and deadpanned, "I know, Bright. Is everything okay? You're acting strange."

Magenta's suspicion was proven when Bright dropped her fork on the plate, leaned back, and repeated in shock and exaggeration, "Strange? What are you talking about, I'm not acting strange. See, I'm eating breakfast and planning with you. That's not strange at all."

Bright talking fast? Yeah, something was up. Magenta wiped her mouth and clarified, "No, no, what's strange is that you're bringing this up. You like Babs. I even recall you asking for her input for one of our ideas."

Bright stammered, "I-I mean yeah, but she has good ideas."

"So what's the problem? You like Babs, she definitely likes you..." Magenta stopped talking and shot her sister that look reading she knew exactly why she was bringing this up. Eyes like a foal that pooped their diaper. "Bright... Are you jealous?"

Bright quickly grew defensive. If it were possible, Magenta was positive that Bright's mane would've changed into a thousand snakes and hissed at her. "What?!" She shouted. Then snorted and chuckled in embarrassing humor. "Maggy, I'm not jealous."

"Then why can't Babs pitch her ideas?"

"I didn't say she couldn't pitch her ideas."

"Then what can't she do, because that's literally all she does right now. Pitch us ideas. So what's really bugging you?" Question delivered, Magenta went back to eating her breakfast. She couldn't record in an empty stomach. Bright groaned and looked down to her food. That's when Magenta could tell that this was serious. Bright only ignores things when she wasn't sure she should talk about something. So she dropped the teasing big sister act and actually focused on being her little sister's friend. "Bright... You know you can tell me anything."

Bright glanced up then back down to her food with those wet ice blue eyes. "...we don't hang out like we used to," she murmured.

Magenta was used to hearing Bright mumble under her breath. And all the music wasn't too loud that she couldn't hear her. She sweetly replied, "Bright we always hang out."

"But not like we used to." She focused back on Magenta's confused face and clarified further, "Even when we joined Starfire Records things were just that: You and I. We would go out and actually have fun together. There was no music, there was no vlogging, there were no headaches, there were no girlfriends, there were no spouses, and there was no business. It was just you and I acting like teenagers. Having fun and hanging out with our friends. Going to the mall and having a blast.

"But now... Everything became so serious. We make music so much, we vlog so much, we do interviews so much that eventually our relationship isn't even sisterly anymore. It's not how it was when we first met. Remember when we first met, Maggy?"

"Of course, Bright." Magenta bounced out of her seat and trotted around the table to meet her sister on the other side, and placed a tender hoof on her wing. "How could I ever forget that. You just lost your parents and your wings were shattered, and I washed up in Manehattan dead with twenty eights cuts, gashes, and lashes all over my body with no memory. You walked into my room and watched me while I was sleeping. Then asked if we could be friends."

Bright happily nodded and added, "We were inseparable. We did everything together. What happened to that?" Before Magenta could answer, Bright did it for her by waving her hoof to their fancy surroundings. "This happened! Business took over and we didn't even have enough time to ourselves anymore. And that made me sad. Then the idea of leaving Starfire—the source to all of our business—came up and I was a little happy. Then the idea of starting our own label was slid across the table and... Now I'm sad again. Depressed."

Magenta stood up on her rear hooves so she could place her front hooves on the table. Just to get to Bright's level. She reminded her, "But I thought you wanted to start the label with me... Don't you?"

The scared quiver in Magenta's eyes made Bright feel bad. But she still answered, "I did. But now I can clearly see that it's going to change our relationship. Magenta..." Bright bounced out of her seat and faced Magenta when she quickly dropped down onto her hooves to listen. "You're forgetting who I was when we first started all of this. I love singing, and I like mixing and producing with you. But I really, really, really love dancing." Magenta sighed and sadly looked away. She could see where this was going. "My whole life has been dancing, Maggy. It will always be dancing. And if we continue down this path... I don't think I can be what I want to be. I'll still be one of your dancers in the front getting everyone to dance. But I won't be doing it for myself, I'll be doing it for us. I sort of..."

Bright lowered her tone down to a whisper and answered, "I want to dance for me. If we launch this record label, everywhere you go, I'll have to go because we're the Gold Sisters. Magenta Streak the Artist, Songwriter, Vlogger, Producer and DJ, and Bright Snow... Magenta's back up dancer who also knows how to DJ and Vlogger."

Magenta grabbed Bright's hoof and brought it up between them. Her violet eyes bore into her blues. "What are you saying, Bright?" She quietly queried.

"I'm saying... I don't think I want to be in the label. I'm saying I want to follow my own path. I want to go to school, and I want to open a dancing school. I want to follow my dreams, Maggy. Not yours."

It was as if Magenta's mind broke down into a million little itty bitty pieces. Her eyes stayed locked on to Bright's nearly thirty seconds after she said that. Bright thought she may have to knock Magenta on the muzzle until she whispered in a tone that shattered Bright's heart, "You're... Leaving me?"

"No, Magenta, no," she quickly answered. She pulled her hoof out of her sister's to ease the tension. "I'm just leaving The Gold Sisters. I'm not leaving Magenta Streak, I'm not leaving my sister, I'm not leaving my family. I'm just leaving the idea of a business duo."

Magenta pointed out the window behind her and nervously stammered, "B-But what about our fans? They love you, Bright! It's not the Gold Sisters unless Bright Snow's there too."

"I don't want to be a part of the Gold Sisters, Magenta!" Bright sternly replied. She lowered her tone when Magenta's ears flopped down and she looked away. "I just want to follow my own dreams now. When Babs and the rest of your old friends showed up, that's when I realized that things were starting to change again. And when Zesty Gourmand flew in that's when I knew that Starfire was actually doing a lot of work for us. And that if I didn't do or say something soon... I'd never get this chance to go on my own path."

As much as Magenta didn't want to admit it, she was right. Things were going to get a lot more serious now. Bright definitely wouldn't have time for high school, Magenta would barely be out on the stages now because she'd be forced to sit behind a desk all the time handling the business. And Bright probably would have been in charge of the promotion or something to get their new artists some proper exposure. This honestly would've been the best time for Bright to back out. Now or never. Unfortunately.

She looked up to Bright and asked, "What am I going to tell our fans?"

The fans. The source of their income. Bright smiled softly and answered, "They'll understand. You're a great sister and they know that. And they'll get that being an artist isn't what I want to do with my life."

Magenta sighed and mentally prepared a plan. She wasn't going to enjoy it, but... "Well ... I'll always support you, Bright. I mean, yeah it hurts that you're not going to be with me anymore, but... If this is what you want then I'll support it. I'm going to miss you though. And I'm sure everyone else is too. I'm definitely going to cry later. 'Cuz I'm not going to have my best friend by my side anymore."

"Awww, Maggie~!" Bright pulled Magenta into a hug and said, "I'll always be your best friend and I'll always be by your side. Just not on stages or anything else music. Or vlogs."

Magenta took a deep breath and nodded her head. Her mind ordered her tears to cease their descent from her eyes. It was as if the worst news she could have ever imagined was dropped on her in real life. And she didn't particularly enjoy it. With a shaky breath, she whispered, "I'll go and make an update vlog about this. I'm proud of you, Bright. I am. You're chasing your dream. And as your sister, it's my duty to make sure you stay safe and do it the right way.

"But I can't help but feel upset that you're leaving." Before Bright could say anything, Magenta raised her hoof and quickly added, "I'll get over it. It's just going to take some time. I love you, Bright." Magenta leaned in and pressed a kiss to Bright's forehead. A loving kiss for a loving sister.

Her smile was a contagious infection that Bright couldn't help but return. "I love you too, Magenta," she muttered.

Message delivered, Magenta took a step back and casually made her way to the doors leading out of the kitchen. "Now if you'll excuse me... I have to re-record the message to the fans. Can't exactly have you saying we have good news when I have bad news too."

Bright didn't say anything in return. She remained in the silence of the kitchen after Magenta left. Breakfast suddenly didn't seem that important anymore. She sighed and threw her napkin on top of the plate and brooded on the future. She had a feeling it wasn't going to be a particularly pleasant one.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Now that TD2 is complete I'm getting back into The Scoota Finale and Rise Scootaloo.