Sweetie was a huge fan of Magenta. Like "schoolgirl filly" fan. Even though she graduated High School in the beauty of Canterlot City, her room was still decorated with posters, pictures, Vinyl, all types of fan girl Magenta stuff. They say represent the artists from your city.

Not many ponies knew Magenta Streak was actually born in Ponyville.

Manipulated images were plastered on her walls of Magenta at shows. Magazine clippings, books, everything! Sweetie was a die hard. Maybe because Scootaloo achieved something she wished she could do again: Sing. Have fun. Make everyone dance.

That's why she waited until nine by herself tonight instead of with Apple Bloom to watch The Gold Sisters' surprise vlog. Something good was supposed to happen and they were announcing what it was tonight. Another highly anticipated video with little effort.

The moon was high in the sky overlooking Ponyville. The cool air wafted in through the cracks of windows and the silence reigned supreme over the crickets chirping beyond the glass Sweetie's highly decorated room blended into this atmosphere save for her breathing. The lights were out and Luna's moon bathed a cool glow through her window onto her covers and wooden bedroom floor. Sweetie herself was tucked underneath her sheets, save for her head and hooves holding her Z-Phone like a lifeline waiting for the video to load. Titled "Big News!... And Not So Big News." Strange title.

After it finally loaded up, Magenta was plastered on the screen from inside her studio. And only Magenta shooting them a sad smile wearing a standard Orange Shirt. There was no music and there was no Bright. Magenta started off by dropping her face into her hooves and sighing. Then raising back up and smoothing her mane.

"Hello, all my streakers," she greeted. Her voice was void of any excitement and wonder, unlike usual. "So this video was supposed to have good news, and only good news. Bright and I had recorded a special video for you guys, but due to unforeseen circumstances I had to record it over. Like the title implies, I have good news for you guys and I have bad news.

"But first off I want to thank everyone for their support involving my sudden visit to Ponyville's General Hospital. I just had a brain lapse, I've been having them since I was little. Much better now, thank you for your support. We really appreciate it."

Sweetie knew that was a lie. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. But she'd be stupid to cut the video for it.

"So the good news is actually concerning the rumor circulating all over Equestria and Net about our position with Starfire Records. Many are saying that Bright and I are leaving Starfire and moving to a different label. Well Bright and I are happy to say that the rumors are true. We left Starfire Records around two weeks ago and are now moving forward without them." Sweetie would've been surprised... If she didn't already know that. Come on, where's the new stuff?

"What makes this really exciting is now we have more freedom to expand. We were planning our own label and distribution aggregator to deliver new artists, new shows, and more content through an effort YouHoof and I are trying to put together. We have a few artists tucked under the belt right now that show real promise. And we can't wait to see what happens next.

"Now for the bad news." Magenta fanned her face and chuckled nervously. "Yeah, this is... This is messing me up a lot guys, it's so hard to talk about. So in a shocking turn of events, this new beginning... Will unfortunately have to be done... Without... Bright."

Without Bright? Sweetie had to sit up for this one. And unknowingly—surprisingly—so did Apple Bloom. "Bright has decided that... She no longer wants to be a part of The Gold Sisters and that she wants to go her own path."

Bright's going solo?! The news was so shocking that even Apple Bloom gasped. Princess Twilight had to throw a pillow over her head to block out Spike's shouting. And a good half of Ponyville could no longer sleep.

"I know, I know, I was as surprised as you all are. But Bright has expressed the fact that she doesn't want to be a Vlogger, or a DJ, or anything else you know her as on YouHoof. She just wants to be a dancer. She wants to go to school and continue doing performances, and open her own dancing school. It's been her dream forever and she's really excited to go follow her dream. And what better time than now when we're no longer being hounded by Starfire Records? It would mean a lot to you guys if you showed her your support.

"I know everyone here is wondering what exactly we're going to do without Bright. There is a lot we can do without Bright, but it won't feel or even be the same without her here. All of her music, videos, and content will remain on the channel. But nothing else will be updated with her in it unless she decides to make a featuring presence, or whatever she wants.

"So I guess that's all I really have to say. Keep an eye out on my Socials, they'll be updated regularly. Bright may even appear in some videos here and there, who knows! Until next time, Streakers! Send Bright some support on her channels too! She'll be looking forward to them. Until next time!"

It was a quick vlog, but still a stressful one. After the vlog was finished, Magenta cut off her phone, shut down her studios' systems and marched up to bed to pass out peacefully. She needed this. She needed a deep sleep and rest.

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The next morning was filled with the chirping of birds outside the windows of Magenta's Estate. Fluttering through the air over the biggest home in the city of Manehattan.

A city already a chatter with the vlog Magenta Streak bombed on them last night. She could hardly fathom the nightmare that would bombard her the second she walked out that door today. Guess she was going incognito again. At least whenever she went out and handled business.

But for now, the safest place were within her bed sheets and pillows. Where the most security she needed was the protection from the world above. A world hounding her down.

"Maggy!!" A bundle of weight was suddenly dropped onto her bed sheets, forcing her eyes to snap back open. "Wake up, wake up!!"

"Ugh! Bright! Jeez!" Magenta struggled to pull the sheets back over her body but, eventually, they were torn away from her face and the sun was blinding her. She seethed and covered her eyes. "Ahhh, the sun! No!"

Bright rolled her eyes and shook her head, tittering at her sister's maturity. "Oh yeah, you're going to burn now," she sarcastically taunted. "But enough of that! Gimme a hoof here!"

After Bright's weight jumped down from Magenta's bed and floated over to the closet, Magenta rose from the bed and rubbed her eyes. Ugh, what time was it? She weakly reached over to her bedside table and grabbed her Z-Phone. "Bright, it's nine-fourteen," she tiredly complained. "What do you want?"

Bright started flinging Magenta's colorful expensive things out of the closet and over to Magenta's bed. A past seed sewn from the ground of experience in both of the sisters created an instinct for Magenta to lift her comforter so she wasn't hit by that flying shoe heading her way.

Bright stopped flinging when she threw what she was looking for. "Put those on!"

Magenta lowered the sheets and locked her eyes on the clothes. Oh. That's what she wanted. When they were growing up in high school, and Magenta and Bright Snow were just starting out making content, Bright had the magnificent idea of creating a "floating head" concept. Thanks to the software of a major video editing company based, of course, out of Manehattan, they were able to use a green screen on different parts of their bodies to show a video on the actual person.

Extremely complex, but the fruits of their labor were extremely rewarding with a growing amount of views on that single asset, even to this date. Every twenty-four hours a new stack of hard earned revenue pours into their accounts from that video alone, grossing up to a total amount of fourteen million bits in ad revenue. Apparently they created a new kind of effect that allowed an item artificially mirrored on a pony. Done correctly and it could be used through so many different situations and themes.

Apparently Bright wanted to get that in early for some reason. Magenta yawned and held up the green suit. "Wait, I thought you were quitting the scene."

Bright jumped on the bed and grinned down to Magenta with bright blue eyes. "I lied! April Fools!"

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Magenta shot up in her bed and took a deep breath in. So deep she almost passed out again. She placed a hoof on her chest and slowed the speeding engine that was her heart. It was only a nightmare. A really strange nightmare. Magenta should've known something was amiss the second Bright started going through her closet. She never went through her things because she was scared of what she would find. The entire household knew that Magenta's room was dirtier than anyone else's on the property. Even mom's garden shed was a lot cleaner than her bedroom.

What time was it really? Magenta grabbed her phone and checked the time. Great. Six in the morning. The sun hadn't even risen yet. Her room was still basked in the perfect glow of the full moon.

Magenta sighed and rubbed her face, an attempt to rid of the stress that she was under. With the Potential YouHoof deal, the leaving of Starfire, the building of her label, and now the leaving of her sister... Things were getting a little messy now. A little out of hoof where she couldn't grab hold anymore. Well no time like the present to get it all in order while the phone wasn't ringing.

Magenta threw the covers off and jumped out of bed. The air was chilly to her cold upper half. So she donned on a pajama shirt. The comforter was so good she would usually get stuffy under it. Which in turn required her to take her shirt off. An unending cycle. She flipped on her lamp and stretched out her body. Joints popped and twisted with the way she moved. She was used to being an early riser; it came with the job. But today, she didn't have anything going on except preparing for the future. Other than that her schedule was pretty dry. Just do some work and relax.

But she couldn't work on a dry stomach. Magenta left her bedroom and stepped out into the dark hallway of her estate. So quiet she could hear her own heartbeat. There was just something about coming home to silence after being up on the stages of chaos. Something appealing about being on the stages at all.

Magenta made a mental note to make that a video sometime. A point-of-view of her doing shows so her fans could see what she sees. This time it was going to be just her though. Jeez, Bright was leaving. It was still so hard to believe. Even for her. And she told her to her face.

Magenta increased her speed out of the Eastern Wing of the estate. The stairs were abandoned, she could see the faint violet glow of the horizon overshadowing Manehattan through the windows next to the front doors. If she wanted to get some work without being disturbed, she needed to hurry up. She jogged down the stairs and into the hallway of the west wing. She would've grabbed something from upstairs, but that fridge didn't have what she needed right now.

Magenta slowed her speed and cocked an eyebrow when she walked past her studio. Did she leave the light on last night in the kitchen? Magenta turned into the doorway and froze in surprise. "Bright?"

Bright Snow was sitting at the island looking at a magazine with a notebook in front of her. She had a glass of orange juice next to her wearing a pair of light blue pajamas with accentuated trimming. Her eyes were laser-focused on the pages before her sister stepped into the room.

Bright let the pen drop from her mouth and smiled warmly. "Good morning, Maggy. What are you doing up?"

Well she seemed to have been awake for awhile. Magenta groaned and dragged her body to the fridge. "I had a bad dream with you in it." She pulled open the fridge and grabbed a can of alcohol-free beer. She rarely drinks things like this because of the taste, but right now it was definitely going to both hydrate and wake her up. An energy drink that supplied it in the most unfortunate of ways.

Bright giggled and asked, "Is it only bad when I'm involved?"

Magenta closed the fridge and hopped onto the stool next to her sister smirking. "Naturally," she joked. Her eyes darted down to the magazine when she popped the can open. "What are you doing up?"

Bright slowly pushed the magazine her way. "I've been looking for new places to live."

Magenta quickly swallowed her beer and cringed at the taste. She would've thrown the can away by this point but she actually craved the affect it was having on her. Once she had it down she turned to Bright and clarified, "You're moving out? Why?"

Bright shook her head and immediately clarified details. "Oh no, no, not right now. It's for the future. I really enjoyed the visit to the Crystal Empire so I'm checking out the different neighborhoods. I got this magazine when we went up there during the tour and I haven't had a chance to read it. So I'm flipping through to see what the Crystal Empire is really all about. Not bad, a lot of art shops, a few studios, but they're really big on graphical developers."

Phew, good. Magenta calmly took another sip and once more cringed at the taste. "So... Blech, you're doing marketing research?"

"Sort of... Actually, yes. It's not much but I'm looking for schools too." Bright glanced over when she said that for a reaction. But Magenta covered it up by taking another swig of her beer. "Hey. I wanted to talk to you about what you thought about all of this. You know, with the Gold Sisters being deprecated."

"Deprecated?" Magenta slid the can of beer far away from her then focused her entire attention on Bright. "What do you mean, we're still sisters."

"You know what I mean. The brand, The Gold Sisters. The Gold Sisters of two isn't actually a thing without one." Magenta couldn't deny that. But she also didn't want to admit it. Bright placed her hoof on her own and said, "I can see you're affected by this a lot more than you're letting on."

"What are you talking about?"

Bright sighed and figured she may tell her what she needed to hear. She rose up from her seat and over to the can Magenta scooted down the table. "Magenta, you can say you support me all you want to. But at the end of the day..." Bright grabbed the can of beer that was two thirds full and threw it into the trash can next to her. "I'm no longer going to be in the studios, the meetings or the stages with you and that's going to be a change. A big change."

Bright replaced that can of beer with a glass bottle of classic soda. "And I know you're not going to like it."

Magenta scoffed and popped the cap of the bottle. She strongly replied, "Well it is going to take some getting used to. But I'll get over it in time."

"I know you will. But I just don't want any ill-will between us because of it. I know how a little sour you can get over these types of things. When you have plans and they're all of a sudden knocked to the side."

"I'm not mad," Magenta snapped. She sighed and cooled down when Bright flinched away. She lowered her voice and tone. "Bright... It's not your fault. I know you want to go out and do your own thing and I definitely want you to follow your dream. It's just..." Magenta glanced away and admitted, "I was hoping we were in this together. We would always stick together forever. But... Now we're flowing apart.

"When we were younger, you were always latched onto my hoof. And I was always latched on to your wing. We were inseparable. But now we're going our own ways. It's part of growing up, I get it. But I..."

Bright placed a hoof on Magenta's side. "You wanted to stick together. Forever."

"Bright when I lost my memories, you became my entire family. It was you. Mom and dad, they were just our nurses at first. But you were my family. You were there for me in the hospital, you were there for me in the orphanage, and you were there for me in school. You were there for me when I first started singing, you were there when I first started songwriting, I was never alone. We always had each other. I was there for you just as much. I convinced you to dance in public. I convinced you to make your first video. I convinced you to do so many things that put us where we are today."

Magenta took a breather and whispered, "It's hard to believe all of that is going to come to an end now."

Bright wrapped Magenta in a wing and brushed her mane to the side. It was getting a little long. "I know. Honestly, I'm going to miss it too. Especially talking to you as my sister and not your co-producer."

"Well we'll still be sisters." Magenta nuzzled Bright's cheek lovingly and kissed her forehead. "And nothing will change that. Maybe sometime you'll even do a crashing."

Bright laughed and hugged back. "Maybe. But I'm not exactly out of the game just yet." She pulled back and poked a hoof into Magenta's chest. Her face contorted into a wry grin. "I'm going to help you get this label together first. There's no way I'm letting you do this alone. But after that I'm out. Deal?"

"Deal!" Magenta and Bright shared a hoof bump before Magenta jumped off of the stool and eagerly moved for the door. She still had some work to do. "Any plans today?"

"Yeah, I'm going out to check on one of the artists you want to sign. I told her that I was going to meet up with her at YouHoof's lounge downtown for some breakfast. Then we'll move on from there."

Magenta chortled and stopped halfway out the door to shoot her sister that sneaky grin. "Is Bright Snow turning into a mentor now? Promise me you won't pressure her into anything."

"Only if you promise not to drink anymore of that disgusting beer anymore." Bright deadpanned a stare. "I know how much you hate the stuff yet you keep buying and drinking it. If you want to wake up, just grab an energy drink or some coffee. We have sooo much because mom goes jogging all the time."

Yeah maybe it was time for a change. The look of the can alone made Magenta want to gag. The taste was a whole other level of disgusting. Maybe something with a lot of sodium was better. Magenta saluted herself into a promise. "You got it."

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