Neon Pop

·.·• Neon Pop •·.· "I tell ya, its delicious!" Neon said with a smile as wide as possible. She herself decided on the matter of food and put her menu down, only to use her magic and move the towels on her to dry herself off. Course, in the process she was making her hair frizzy, but knowing Neon, she really didn't care. "So, your dad! He works for the Princess? That's awfully sweet! Has he met her or does he not work that close to her?" She asked, curious since she had yet had the Princess come to one of her concerts, and frankly would love it if she was able to perform for her. Though she glanced back over to Jebediah and Honeycomb to see if she was done taking his order, and when she realized she was going over the items with him, her attention was back on Kite, and before the pegasus knew it, her towels had begun to dry her off as well, with the help of Neon's bright pink magic. Honeycomb however, fidgeted a bit on the spot, she could tell the stallion was a bit on edge about her food, and her ears lowered just a tiny bit. "W-well, um... the Black and Blue Honey Mix is actually a mixture of blueberries, blackberries, cranberries, nuts, oats and glazed in honey.... but if... um you want, you could... uhh... you know.... order... something else...?" It was quite obvious she was now rather shy. Though she loved her customers and loved her business, selling to ponies she knew were slightly hesitant on her food, only made her stumble and stutter over her words like a foal.

socks~ totally!

·.·• Neon Pop •·.· Neon blinked several times as she listened to Dubstep ramble on and on. Sure he was making sence, but he seemed to be nervous? No... he was like this even when they collaborated those few songs together. Either way, it was charming, and still she smiled sweetly at him, letting him know quietly she was listening. She pressed the side of her hoof against her other long leg and rubbed slightly, a nervous twitch from her as well. Subtle though, which was the good part about it. Neon's orange eyes moved to the tent as he spoke, and soon widened as he made it well clear it was his home! No, no, no! Thats just terrible! A great DJ like him didn't need to be sleeping in a tent! At least a nice comfortable bed! For some reason, Neon Pop felt like she had to remedy this, but bringing it up might have pressed a button, so waiting on mentioning moving...? Well, she'd save that for later! Neon took a few steps away and peered inside, looking around, a mess? So what? Her home wasn't exactly clean all the time either. In fact, Alejandro would often make it clear when he got sick of the mess, usually by slapping his large tail on her mess of lyrics she'd wrote on papers. "Dubstep, its charming!" Well she wasn't going to LIE! After all, even if she lived in a large home, three storys with her own recording studio, and a large pool, her 'instrument room'... and large shimmering glass front doors, a small and quiet place was welcoming at times. Neon pulled her head out and looked to her friend, and yet she'd love to sit in there with him, she rather walk around and get to know the stallion, now that they were really alone. "Not that I have anything against laying or sitting on the ground~" She teased him a bit for his words and assumptions, bumping her shoulder against his playfully, "I think I could go for a brisk walk along this river! Its a great day out, and I haven't had time to enjoy a day like this in weeks! Would you mind joining me?"

·.·• Neon Pop •·.· There was a moment that Neon raised her brow and lifted her head high enough that it made her stick her chest out. 'His place'? Surely he didn't live out here...? Her ears lowered against her head only for a moment before she beamed her smile up at him. "I... I was just trying to take a break from everything." She said honestly as she stepped out from behind the tent, adverting her eyes to other places around Dubstep. "I was actually laying over there when I heard you playing your guitar. I didn't know you played anything but the turntable!" She giggled and now placed her eyes upon him. "I hope I'm not interrupting? If I am, I can just go back that a-way." She didn't want to intrude too much on what he was doing, besides, if he was out here camping to relax, then maybe it was best to ask if she was bothering him. After all , Neon was not about to believe that he lived out here in a tent!

·.·• Neon Pop •·.· Comfort, quiet, a cool breeze brushing over her as the grass made a perfect bed for her. Neon rolled onto her side and laid her head upon her front legs, closing those large orange eyes of hers and sighing. The sunlight felt so good on her pelt, like it could give her whole new and boundless energy. This was the day she missed, just time to herself and away from everything. Such a moment let her mind finally collect itself, to think on what it wanted it to, instead of what she NEEDED to. With flashes of the past weeks rapidly shooting through her mind, such images stopped on that bright yellow pony, which she only got to meet for a short moment. Neon hear of him, his music, they even did a few songs together per their managers arrangement, but so little time to get to know one another when music and lyrics were all you could worry about. Either way, Neon blushed every time she thought of him, so that had to mean something right? After all, he was a talented stallion, she loved his music, and would love to see him in show. "Oh I'm being silly..." She said to herself as she placed her hoof to her muzzle and shook her head. It was almost embarassing. She hardly knew the pony! Though soon her ears perked, and eye shot open as she lifted her head from the grass. Music? Out here? Interesting indeed, but what was more interesting, was the voice that followed. "Dubstep? No... couldn't be..." With that, Neon Pop got to her long legs and shook a bit, trotting quietly as she follwed the sound of the music. It was just past a few trees, but soon Neon found herself facing the back of a tent, and curious as it was to see it out here, Dubstep sitting there playing his gutiar was more so curious! She stopped just around the corner of the tent, watching him as he played, eyes wide and baffled. Maybe he was just camping? After all, everypony deserved a break. There was a small clearing of her throat, just enough to get his attention, and she stepped one hoof forward, though still mostly hiding behind his tent. "Dub...?" She asked sweetly and softly.

·.·• Neon Pop •·.· After a long while since the Grand Galoping Gala, there was one thing that Neon couldn't shake from her mind. Well, somepony to be exact. Dubstep was there, and though she saw and spoke with him, their time was brief, and ponirazzi seemed to swarm her and just about ruined her night. Already she was tired and it didn't take her long to just get up and leave without giving him an idea where she went off to. She felt bad, that was for sure, not just for leaving but missing out on a good chance to really get to know the stallion. Since the Gala, Neon found herself busy with her work, writing and composing songs, recording, getting little to no sleep, making interviews, getting her face plastered on Pony Weekly, tabloids that loved to point out all her flaws, it left little to no time at all to deal with a personal life. Eventually, however, it was today that Neon huffed and stompped her hoof down, telling her manager that today was the a day for herself! Glad she finally took the time to stand up for her own sanity, Neon made her way through Ponyville as she had done several times before that, smiling, putting on a show for her fans (in that she didn't let it be known how tired she was) and ate at her favorite place, went to the record store, signed more autographs, did some shopping, signed more autographs, and eventually... started ducking and hidding to get away from everything and everypony! Why couldn't she just be left alone?! When she was out of the town and slowly walking in the grass that lead up to the river, she looked behind her and sighed. Sure this was a life she had always wanted, but a vacation would be nice now and then too. Her ears lowered as she slowed her pace, feeling a bit more relaxed now that she was out of all the husstle and bussle of the town, and once the sound of the river filled her ears, there she stopped, and parked her tiny hinny. The air felt cooler near the water, and the grass sure felt softer, smelled wonderful too, and in moments, Neon Pop found herself falling to her side in a heap of relaxation, stretching all on her back and taking a deep breath of the freash air. Perhaps a day in town was not what she needed, but a day in nature was.