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Fetrock - the first and only big performance of it's kind for the year. The night of the performance loomed, the stage set up in full just outside of Ponyville. The audience was gathering, being kept on their hooves by a record player feeding some classic rock into the speakers. The stage itself was a pretty big one - worthy enough of the rockstars-to-be that might grace the wooden planks and sing before the soundboards overhead. The heavy red curtains remained shut for now, and back behind the stage, sheltered by a few thin wooden walls held up by scaffolding, the performers had been instructed to gather. The road crew all gathered before the peformers, save for the lead, which flew overhead. The MC had his own duties to perform, working on the stage itself. Mutters of soundcheck could be heard up the stairs to the stage itself, but they weren't terribly important. They were simply the calm before the storm to come. [colour=#ff0000]"Alright, now I know some of you are new to fetrock, so lemme give you all a quick rundown! You listen to the MC first, me second, and eachother third. We're not trying to one-up eachother, we're not trying to outplay eachother; this is all about the fans! They're happy when they're listening to music, NOT when they're waiting around because you forgot to tune your strings before gettin on-stage!"[/colour] The spitfire pegasus darted over the heads of the gathered performers, weaving expertly between scaffolding and rafters, keeping her eyes forward and her voice loud. She'd actually done some work dolling herself up - a little enchanted dye to give her mane a proper flaming sort of look, a bit of extra eyeliner to give her eyes a little more glaring definition, a few gold rings through her ears, and a fresh set of dyes on her coat, and a tribal studded gryphon vest to give herself a distinctive road-weathered look. She looked ready enough to hit the stage herself, which she would in due time - but she had double-duty to pull. Before she'd hit the stage, she'd make sure everyone else was ready to do the same. Honestly, it was a lot for one pony to try and pull off, but a few harsh Germane energy drinks would make pretty darn sure she'd be able to flap through it all without needing to take five. [colour=#FF0000]"Now, that said, if you need something done quick, you don't run off and do it yourself! You stay back here, you call for a roadie, and you tell me or the crew politely; we will do it for you! We need you guys ready for the stage, not rooting through your stuff in the green room!" [/colour] With that, the pegasus landed in front of the gathered performers, her hooves hitting the stage with a hefty 'Ca-lump!', her silver eyes looking over the crowd. Yeah, this was a decent gathering, and she even saw some faces she'd seen on other stages before. It was always good to have experienced ponies in the lineup - names that'd get flanks in the crowd were always plenty welcome on the charity event that was Fetrock. Honestly, this was looking pretty promising, and she was gonna make sure it ran smooth as possible. Ignition flipped her glowing mane back, grinning wildly as she wrapped her little pack of instructions. [colour=#FF0000]"Now, we have ninety minutes before we start this show rolling. Until then, I want you guys to loosen up, make sure you've got your act together, and stay frosty! I'll take first act to wind the crowd up for you guys at 9 sharp! You have one hour to pull on my wing and get me to help you guys out. After that, you talk to the other roadies - Wingstrong, Blitzhoof and The Claw." [/colour] With that, Ignition bucked her head towards a trio of vest-clad individuals with "CREW" written across their backs - a lithe brown pegasus, a lanky unicorn mare, and a black-feathered gryphon giving a nod at the call of their respective names. None of them looked like the sort to ooze enthusiasm or cheer, but they looked approachable and plenty quick on their various limbs. Apparently, their business was serious, and their expressions fit to match. Still, Ignition was getting tired of the sound of her own voice, and she was pretty sure she wasn't the only one. [colour=#FF0000]"Until then, you guys just sort yourselves out and get ready to put on a performance that you'd be proud to let Celestia hear! Swap notes, psyche yourselves up, whatever you need to do - get to it, champs!"[/colour]
For hours, Blueprint had walked since leaving home. Her stomach growled, her face was streaked with dried tears, and she had lost the energy to continue cursing as she been doing most of the day. There was something she had to do obviously! But being talented was not the same thing as being self-sufficient. Her grandparents, having given her most of everything she had ever wanted in her life, she looked to others lives, and noted their successes at life. They had all been brought to the wall and managed to make it on their own instincts. For all she was given, room to grow up seemed a bit limited. And now her she was. She didn't even know where she was going, or where she would be going. She had taken off her black sunglasses and stuffed them into her saddlebag, so her heterochromatic eyes would feel less strain, for it was night now. She spotted a tent in the distance, sitting right at the crossroads between her home, Ponyville and Trottingham. 'Who in Equestria would camp out at an intersection?' she thought. She approached the tent, and upon further inspection noticed the rather large sign decorated with all manner of lunar shapes and noticed the rather spacious offering of the tent itself. "My own world, my own possibilities?" read the mare to herself before snorting. She noticed the crystal balls sitting on the table where she assumed the owner was also sitting at. She trotted up to him and asked. "Sir, is this some sort of fortune tellers place or something? Cause I don't know if you'll catch many customers this time of day...or night, as it were."