Post by Mimic on Jul 26, 2013 11:19:47 GMT -5
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Canterlot, the capital of Equestria, is an aloof city built into the side of Canterlot Mountain. Its towers and spire soar majestically forth,defying gravity and expectations, the royal palace of the princesses foremost among its buildings. Up close, Canterlot is a place filled with clean, broad plazas, beautiful terraces, and shiny, bright stone buildings. The city is very old, but has a constantly refreshed air of newness.
Perhaps this is because of the pride of its citizens, who think of themselves as being at the intellectual and historical center of their country. Perhaps it's also because those citizens are predominantly unicorns, andt heir magical talent is good for not just changing the seasons, but keeping their city clean. For whatever reason, the commerical district of Canterlot is filled with fascinating shops selling curios, inventions, magic items, spell scrolls, glassware, books, fine art, and quality hardware. It's a city of proud, intelligent ponies thrilled to be living so close to their benevolent ruler, Princess Celestia.
Features: Jukebox Hero (male unicorn) and Dynamite Rave (male unicorn)
Note: This takes place after a scene the night prior in which Jukebox is having an impromptu chat with the paparazzi.. only to be confronted by the surprise son he'd got dumped on with as a young star and likewise dumped on an orphanage step. Egos clashed, rude things were said, and it overall went down pretty poorly. The tabloids are having a field day. And I lost the log.
Note 2: Log contains very minor language. Just a teensy bit.
Canterlot is not a town of early birds. With most ponies only having gone to sleep a few hours ago it'll be awhile yet before the city gets going. The sun is just peeking over the horizon and turning the tall turrets a soft gold. On the outskirts of the high city jogs Jukebox Hero. His eyes don't look like he slept either, but he's had years to perfect the art of the ugly cycles of sleeplessness. He doesn't even notice anymore. He's alone this time, no apparent bodyguards shadowing his movements. He pauses along the battlements of the city, looking out over the landscape far down the mountain and lets the cool breeze blow back his mane.
Having been out on a jog himself, it seems that Dynamite Rave has the company of a very particular cyan colored pegasus with a rainbow colored mane. Once the two share a competitive laugh and a shove to one another's shoulder, the element of harmony flies off into the sky to leave the young firestarter by himself. With a shake of his sweaty mane and dressed in a workout suit emblazed with Celestia's crest, he starts down the path with a heavy pant.
Jukebox_Hero doesn't miss the distant gleam of rainbow and cyan, recognizing the mare. He's a celebrity. It's his job to know who else is out there. Besides, half the time he has nothing better to do. So it goes he doesn't miss the distant gleam of red and it brings a hitch to the side of his mouth that seems to verge on sadness. He couldn't forget a color scheme like that. He seems to mull over things, beginning to open his mouth one second only to close it the next. In the end, he does call out, the voice not needing to be very loud to carry in the empty, dawn streets. "...hey there, kid."
After waving a farewell to Dash, Dynamite Rave swivels his ears over to the sound of the new voice that echoes through the empty street. With a twist of his head, he gives a pause, slowly frowning at the sight of the world famous rock legend. Shifting his shoulders, he starts over with his usual lumbering gait, ears pinning back a bit into the dark recesses of his ebony mane. "Hey." He rasps out in his smokey voice.
Jukebox_Hero flicks his eyes towards the distant form of the pegasus. "...guard, workout pals with Elements... you really have done well." He murmurs consideringly before looking down towards Dynamite. "Look.. about the other night. That wasn't right. What I said. Did. ..all of it. I was caught up in the cameras and... well, you honestly scared me halfway to gray there. I know sorry ain't ganna cut it, but, they don't really make words for these kinda situations."
"Yeah, well.. I kinda .. didn't take the nice guy approach either." Dynamite Rave says as he lifts up a hoof to rub behind his neck before he puts it back down. "I guess it's awkward for me also. I wasn't going to say anything that day but my temper is pretty famous here in Canterlot. When I heard you were here, I planned on going back home to Ponyville to avoid the whole.. thing."
"Temper, eh? Well.. sorry about that too, I guess." The white stallion lets out a long sigh that it sounds like he was holding in, a crinkle forming between his brows. "I hadn't known you were here. I.. I tried, a few times, to see what happened to you but the trail had gone cold. I couldn't find your mother after everything. I'd hope she came back for you but.. guess not. So, Ponyville, eh? I guess you know about Mixy? Last I heard she was there." He says, a sad smile creasing his face. His daughter looks so much like him, it'd be hard not to peg them as kin.
"Yeah, Mixy and I have an interesting relationship. She's never in one place though. I have the keys to her loft and I stay there when I'm in town sometimes. She has a place inside the club that she owns and operates. I mix some of my music there with her." Dynamite says as he gives a firm nod of his head.
Jukebox_Hero chuckles at that, eyes brightening at Dynamite's words. "I've listened to her work. She's good. Glad to hear you two met. I.. I suppose I should try and see if she's around. We didn't part on great terms. Story of my life, really. I've missed a lot of time, with both of you. I can't make things perfect and I can't make up for it but, maybe we could all give things a shot? One step at a time. I'm gonna be in town for awhile 'till the concert. I haven't thought much beyond that." He doesn't think much ahead about anything, but perhaps age is making his nostalgic and realizing the future isn't so bright and long-lived as he thought.
Shrugging his shoulders upwards, Dynamite Rave says, "I don't know.. maybe.. I suppose we'll have to see. I can talk to her but I don't know if it will be a good conversation. I know she holds a lot of ill will for whatever happened in the past between you guys. Though I've come to believe it's more about her ego and living in shadows rather than anything you or her mother did." He taps his hoof lightly on the ground. "So, after this concert, what are you doing next?"
"I can't blame her." Jukebox Hero remarks with a huff in his voice. "I never had the best relationship with my grandparents. Hate to say it, but, egos and tempers run pretty strong in this line. My family was never known for being real close. Get more than four of us in a room and it was a volcano ready to blow. Those traits tend to make you damned good at what you do, but pretty lousy for a social life." He flicks an ear at mention of the concert and gives a shrug of his shoulders. "I'd given up the road years ago, but, the agents figured this would be a good idea to try and keep me 'relevant'. I heard the music a long time ago. I'm a relic who's too set in his ways. Ah.. it'll be good to live it up for a little while again, though. There really is nothing like being in the spotlight and hearing the crowd chant your name, seeing ponies fall over themselves just to get close to you, knowing you're what gets a lot of them through the day. It's addicting, kid."
"Yeah. I suppose it could be." Dynamite Rave says as he glances over his shoulder to his own cutie mark for a moment, before looking back to him. "I thought I would head down the same path as you and end up in a career of music but instead, destiny had something else in store. I'm a hero and it's what I do. I save lives. Before I was assigned to the elements of harmony, I was apart of the search and rescue division of the royal guard here. I have been thrown into some pretty intense situations. Youngest pony to be accepted into the guard and assigned to such roles." A crooked smile forms upon his muzzle. "But, I still do the music thing on the side. Some DJing, some singing."
"Hey, music is a great business, but it chews you up and spits you out when it's done with ya." Jukebox Hero says with a lopsided grin. "You made the right move. It's about time someone broke the mold. ... guard, escort... turning yourself into a hero is right. That's awesome. I'm glad.. I didn't ruin ya. I always worried I did that with Mixy. Sounds like you're ganna go big places. It's about time someone in this family got dealt the good cards."
"Well, I mean.. you kinda dropped me off at birth, it's not like you was around to influence me one way or the other. It's just the cards that were dealt to me and I made the most of it with a strong support group around me." Dynamite Rave says as he takes in a deep breath. "It's still surreal though.. being your son. A mega celebrity. I grew up listening to your stuff and had every song memorized before I found out who you really were. I wasn't even supposed to know but I sorta unsealed my sealed documents when I broke into the clerical office shortly before I took the job here. I sort of needed that answered before I.. grew up.. I guess."
"You..broke in?" At this Jukebox throws back his head, a raccous laugh escaping him before he shakes his head. "Oh damn, you are mine, aren't ya? I never could take no for an answer. Or 'we'll tell you later'. Or 'you don't need to know'. I was terrible as a foal. Well.. I hope my music helped a little, even if I wasn't there. Look atcha though, hardly grown and this far. What else is going on with your life, besides being a big hero? There a girl in your life? ...boy? I see you're friends with the prince?"
"Yeah, Solar Eclipse is my best friend, even if he's a bit younger. We're both weirdos in our own way and we kinda gravitated to each other. I couldn't ask for a better friend." Dynamite says with a smirk on his head. "A girl? Been a few here and there. I'm sorta now kinda maybe dating the element of loyalty, Rainbow Dash. We're going to the Exodus concert next week, then dinner. We're sorta.. doing a test run right now." He grins sheepishly. "Before that I dated a nurse, an academic prodigy, a street rat. Nothing that really stuck though. If anything, Dash and I only went out for ice cream once together and so far it's the most normal date I've had." Laughing, he looks amused for a few moments.
"Exodus? ..pfft." Jukebox Hero lets out a puff of a breath as he rolls up his eyes. "Well, I suppose you wouldn't be too interested in the backstage passes for my show, eh? You can bring your lady friend. I'll show ya how we partied back in the day. Aah, the nights would go on forever until we all thought the sun was still the spotlights on the stage. They kinda look the same if you squint sideways after three nights without sleep. ...getting a bit old to rock it all night like the kids these days, though."
"Ain't nothing wrong with Exodus. It's the show the lady wants to go to so I'm not gonna deny her." Dynamite says with a grin on his face. "They got a couple of good songs though. And.. if you're offering me tickets to your show I won't say No, I suppose. I'll talk to Dash and see if she's down. I'm sure she would be." The young element of fire kicks the ground a few times with a hoof, scuffing side to side. "You trying to make up for lost time or something old man?" He smirks.
"Heck, you could probably get your own way in, but I might as well give ya the passes." Jukebox Hero quirks up a brow, cocking the same smirk his son does. "Nah. Maybe making up for the other night. If someone offered me a few tickets for half a life, I'd tell 'em where they could stuff 'em in no uncertain terms. It'll be a rocking night, though. The royals just made me promise I wouldn't break any of their crystal buildings, which I wouln't do on purpose. I don't know if I can speak for the bass, though."
"Alright, alright. I'll talk to her and see if she wants to go. I think she's a fan of yours if I recall her vinyl selection when I had the chance to peek at her stuff in Cloudsdale." Dynamite Rave says as he motions upwards with his hoof. "So.. um.. speaking of mom... I guess she was a.. one and done kinda.. situation, huh?"
Jukebox_Hero turns to begin walking again, motioning with his head for Dynamite to follow. "...yah, I guess in the end it sorta went that way. I... had hoped it wouldn't be, though. She was something different. I've known a lot of mares in my life, I wouln't lie. Never exactly hid any of it either. She wasn't like the rest though. She had a certain fire. I screwed it up, though. Never gave her the attention she deserved, wasn't there when she needed me... When I realized it it was too late. Last I saw her was the night she left you with me."
"Yeah, well.. don't bang your groupies." Dynamite says with a smirk upon his face as he trots along after him. "So, Mixy and I are half sisters if I recall correctly. She doesn't really like to talk about the home life often. It gets her real pissed so I just let it go. Then again everything gets her pissed. She was dating Vinyl Scratch for a bit until they broke up and she went on this major melt down and traveled the world or something to get over it. I only see her like twice a year at this rate."
"Hey, when you find yourself drunk on rock and Celestia only knows what combination of alcohol, you don't say no to a room of willing groupies." Jukebox Hero aims a false scowl down to Dynamite. "It's Rock Law. I have cut back, though. Too old to keep up with spry young fillies. Gotta leave some for you boys, anyway. It's only polite." He nods then in regards to Mixtape. "Yah, she's your half-sister. She sounds like any musician who hasn't found their stride... like any artist, really. When your soul is your work, you're three steps from crazy until you find what sparks your fire. The highs are amazing, but the lows will kill ya if you're not careful."
"Yeah, well.. I'm not sure if I want to know how many other half siblings I have floating about." Dynamite says as he rubs his nose slightly with his hoof. "So, besides romping with random girls you can't remember the names of and music, what else do you do?" He asks as he blows the sweaty black mane away from his face as he canters along.
"None I know of." Jukebox Hero responds, as vague an answer as he can provide. It seems likely, at least in his head, for there to be just the two. Afterall, if there were others what mare wouldn't be after a celebrity for some foal support? "Far as the rest of my life... that's it, kid. I exist for the music. When I'm not doing that, I'm supposed to be thinking up more. Reworking the old. Head to this party or this interview, make sure ponies still remember who you are. Maybe play a show now and again for old time's sake. Other than that.. it's a whole lot of sitting around and remembering."
"Sounds boring to me. My job will most likely kill me at some point. Sooner than later" Dynamite admits as he continues to trot along. "It's why I'm trying to live life to the fullest each day that I can. No regrets. I was the perfect candidate really for most of these jobs I was put on. I have no family to cry over me if I get killed in combat. It's a lot easier to deal with the loss of a guard who doesn't have a lot tying him down you know what I mean?"
"I hear ya." Jukebox Hero murmurs as he walks along, the sun at the height of morning. "Why do you think so many big artists don't have a lot in the way or real friends of family? On the move all the time, rich one second and broke the next, either at the height of our lives or in the gutter.. too many highs and lows for most to deal with. Less baggage we have to knock down our house of cards." He grimaces faintly then, "Which my agents were not thrilled about when they heard about us the other night. I got my ears chewed off."
"Yeah, I got my ass tore up by my Captain the next day after he saw the papers. He made me run fifty miles." Dynamite says with a grin on his face. "With all my gear on. At the height of Celestia's sun that afternoon. It was torture." Stopping before a cafe, he looks inside for a moment, then opens the door. "Here, we can get a juice inside. They have good refreshers. Kind of a trendy place, not too pompous."
Jukebox_Hero grimaces sympathetically at the boy's punishment. "Tough breaks. Least my agents can't do too much to me that I didn't do to myself already. Eh. Scandal gets eaten up fast but forgotten pretty easily. I've been in that storm before. It'll pass. Sticks and stones, right?" He looks to the cafe before stepping in after his son, eyes glancing around the shop's interior. "Looks decent."
"Yeah, Captain is pretty hard on me when I screw up which is fine. Keeps me honest." Dynamite Rave says as he heads to the counter where he orders himself his usual. Strawberry Mango Smoothie with a twist of orange. He floats the drink over and takes a quick sip, followed by a soft sigh of relief. "I don't get invited to many parties. Most that happen are with colts a lot younger than me and it's not my scene, or a lot older and we ain't got much in common. So, I.. sorta don't.. do the party thing unless it's at Mixy's club."
"Fair enough. Gets ya into trouble, that." Jukebox remarks as he regards the menu, even as a few of the workers in the back openly gawk over the racks of fruits. "Eh.. Gimme a carrot-orange-pineapple." He remarks, trying to look cool and collected as the workers about trip over themselves getting his drink in order. By the time he's got his drink it's been inflated two sizes and somehow free. How about that? He sneaks a few bits behind the counter when they're not paying attention all the same as he turns to follow Dynamite. "...know what else fame causes? It causes you to have a lot of trouble not being fat. Crazy how that happens." He mutters with amusement as he eyes the oversized smoothie.
"Well, I have a pretty strict work out plan that I stick to. Five a.m. One p.m. Eight p.m. Eat lots of bright green vegetables in my diet. Drink lots of water. Splurge only once in awhile." Dynamite says as he takes a seat at the back, sipping away at his drink. "You just need to work out more. Less drugs, more smoothies." Staring out the window as the morning sun kisses Canterlot and ponies start to buzz about the street, he takes in a deep breath.
Jukebox_Hero snorts noisily at the boy as he sips at the smoothie that hovers next to him in a glow of cyan-hued magic, gleaming like neon lights. "I stopped that crap ages ago. I've burned out enough brain cells, thanks. I do what I can to keep fit. I got a lot of spare time on my hooves, most days. I get a jog in every morning, usually a walk once or twice the rest of the day if I'm not going to be bombarded. Jogging through a crowd of ponies is a challenge. Can't say I always eat the best. Road food isn't always luxury, but I do what I can."
"Get a gym membership then and just have private runs on the equipment. At least that way you can be consistent." Dynamite Rave says as he gives him a wry grin on his face. "And you're making excuses. You eat like crap cuz' you like it." With another long pull from his smoothie, he swallows happily after licking his lips. "You should just retire with your money and take it easy for a bit."
"Membership? Please.. I could buy one." Jukebox Hero remarks with a lopsided grin. "And yes, crap food is delicious. Sue me." He swallows down another mouthful of smoothie thoughtfully as he looks out the window. "I had for awhile.. kicked back, I mean. Life was just.. dull. I keep thinking this concert will be the last, but then I stop and realize I have nothing else better to do."
"You're just an addict and you want the spotlight." Dynamite says with a grin on his face. "I guess that runs in the family also. I'm an attention hog for the most part, when I want to be. I love performing at Mixy's club every other weekend. Crank the bass up, bring the wubs down hard and just lose it dancing."
Jukebox_Hero lets out a thin noise as he slants a look down at his son. "...wubs... you kids these days. Well, maybe I'll have to stop down some night. If she wouln't beat me over the head with a speaker box." Not that he wouldn't deserve it for some sin or another, but who's counting? "Welcome to the family, boy. Hoofstamps are our heartbeat, cheers are our voice, the spotlight is our soul. Get used to your ego. You're ganna be living with him the rest of your life. When you got nothing else, you'll have that." Grinning lopsidedly, he begins to murmur in tune, "First when there's nothing, but a slow glowing dream... That your fear seems to hide deep inside your mind.."
"You gonna start singing that chick song?" Dynamite asks with a raise of his brow. "I used to have that vinyl somewhere in my room. Probably collecting dust." He says with a laugh. "What a feeee-eeeling. Been believing! I can have it all - now I'm dancing for my life." He drawls out with a raspy tone in his vocals as he gives him a coy smirk. "Ain't nothing wrong with wubs if done right but my specialty is more industrial."
Jukebox_Hero laughs as Dynamite joins in, cracking a wide grin down at him. "It's a good song. Poignant. I could regale you with my theme song. Only the best get those." He drawls as he gives his head a slow shake, "I guess so, kid. A good beat is a good beat, but some of those songs could use some lyrics and really throw 'em over the top. Maybe that'll be my next release. Remixes."
Canterlot, the capital of Equestria, is an aloof city built into the side of Canterlot Mountain. Its towers and spire soar majestically forth,defying gravity and expectations, the royal palace of the princesses foremost among its buildings. Up close, Canterlot is a place filled with clean, broad plazas, beautiful terraces, and shiny, bright stone buildings. The city is very old, but has a constantly refreshed air of newness.
Perhaps this is because of the pride of its citizens, who think of themselves as being at the intellectual and historical center of their country. Perhaps it's also because those citizens are predominantly unicorns, andt heir magical talent is good for not just changing the seasons, but keeping their city clean. For whatever reason, the commerical district of Canterlot is filled with fascinating shops selling curios, inventions, magic items, spell scrolls, glassware, books, fine art, and quality hardware. It's a city of proud, intelligent ponies thrilled to be living so close to their benevolent ruler, Princess Celestia.
Features: Jukebox Hero (male unicorn) and Dynamite Rave (male unicorn)
Note: This takes place after a scene the night prior in which Jukebox is having an impromptu chat with the paparazzi.. only to be confronted by the surprise son he'd got dumped on with as a young star and likewise dumped on an orphanage step. Egos clashed, rude things were said, and it overall went down pretty poorly. The tabloids are having a field day. And I lost the log.
Note 2: Log contains very minor language. Just a teensy bit.
Canterlot is not a town of early birds. With most ponies only having gone to sleep a few hours ago it'll be awhile yet before the city gets going. The sun is just peeking over the horizon and turning the tall turrets a soft gold. On the outskirts of the high city jogs Jukebox Hero. His eyes don't look like he slept either, but he's had years to perfect the art of the ugly cycles of sleeplessness. He doesn't even notice anymore. He's alone this time, no apparent bodyguards shadowing his movements. He pauses along the battlements of the city, looking out over the landscape far down the mountain and lets the cool breeze blow back his mane.
Having been out on a jog himself, it seems that Dynamite Rave has the company of a very particular cyan colored pegasus with a rainbow colored mane. Once the two share a competitive laugh and a shove to one another's shoulder, the element of harmony flies off into the sky to leave the young firestarter by himself. With a shake of his sweaty mane and dressed in a workout suit emblazed with Celestia's crest, he starts down the path with a heavy pant.
Jukebox_Hero doesn't miss the distant gleam of rainbow and cyan, recognizing the mare. He's a celebrity. It's his job to know who else is out there. Besides, half the time he has nothing better to do. So it goes he doesn't miss the distant gleam of red and it brings a hitch to the side of his mouth that seems to verge on sadness. He couldn't forget a color scheme like that. He seems to mull over things, beginning to open his mouth one second only to close it the next. In the end, he does call out, the voice not needing to be very loud to carry in the empty, dawn streets. "...hey there, kid."
After waving a farewell to Dash, Dynamite Rave swivels his ears over to the sound of the new voice that echoes through the empty street. With a twist of his head, he gives a pause, slowly frowning at the sight of the world famous rock legend. Shifting his shoulders, he starts over with his usual lumbering gait, ears pinning back a bit into the dark recesses of his ebony mane. "Hey." He rasps out in his smokey voice.
Jukebox_Hero flicks his eyes towards the distant form of the pegasus. "...guard, workout pals with Elements... you really have done well." He murmurs consideringly before looking down towards Dynamite. "Look.. about the other night. That wasn't right. What I said. Did. ..all of it. I was caught up in the cameras and... well, you honestly scared me halfway to gray there. I know sorry ain't ganna cut it, but, they don't really make words for these kinda situations."
"Yeah, well.. I kinda .. didn't take the nice guy approach either." Dynamite Rave says as he lifts up a hoof to rub behind his neck before he puts it back down. "I guess it's awkward for me also. I wasn't going to say anything that day but my temper is pretty famous here in Canterlot. When I heard you were here, I planned on going back home to Ponyville to avoid the whole.. thing."
"Temper, eh? Well.. sorry about that too, I guess." The white stallion lets out a long sigh that it sounds like he was holding in, a crinkle forming between his brows. "I hadn't known you were here. I.. I tried, a few times, to see what happened to you but the trail had gone cold. I couldn't find your mother after everything. I'd hope she came back for you but.. guess not. So, Ponyville, eh? I guess you know about Mixy? Last I heard she was there." He says, a sad smile creasing his face. His daughter looks so much like him, it'd be hard not to peg them as kin.
"Yeah, Mixy and I have an interesting relationship. She's never in one place though. I have the keys to her loft and I stay there when I'm in town sometimes. She has a place inside the club that she owns and operates. I mix some of my music there with her." Dynamite says as he gives a firm nod of his head.
Jukebox_Hero chuckles at that, eyes brightening at Dynamite's words. "I've listened to her work. She's good. Glad to hear you two met. I.. I suppose I should try and see if she's around. We didn't part on great terms. Story of my life, really. I've missed a lot of time, with both of you. I can't make things perfect and I can't make up for it but, maybe we could all give things a shot? One step at a time. I'm gonna be in town for awhile 'till the concert. I haven't thought much beyond that." He doesn't think much ahead about anything, but perhaps age is making his nostalgic and realizing the future isn't so bright and long-lived as he thought.
Shrugging his shoulders upwards, Dynamite Rave says, "I don't know.. maybe.. I suppose we'll have to see. I can talk to her but I don't know if it will be a good conversation. I know she holds a lot of ill will for whatever happened in the past between you guys. Though I've come to believe it's more about her ego and living in shadows rather than anything you or her mother did." He taps his hoof lightly on the ground. "So, after this concert, what are you doing next?"
"I can't blame her." Jukebox Hero remarks with a huff in his voice. "I never had the best relationship with my grandparents. Hate to say it, but, egos and tempers run pretty strong in this line. My family was never known for being real close. Get more than four of us in a room and it was a volcano ready to blow. Those traits tend to make you damned good at what you do, but pretty lousy for a social life." He flicks an ear at mention of the concert and gives a shrug of his shoulders. "I'd given up the road years ago, but, the agents figured this would be a good idea to try and keep me 'relevant'. I heard the music a long time ago. I'm a relic who's too set in his ways. Ah.. it'll be good to live it up for a little while again, though. There really is nothing like being in the spotlight and hearing the crowd chant your name, seeing ponies fall over themselves just to get close to you, knowing you're what gets a lot of them through the day. It's addicting, kid."
"Yeah. I suppose it could be." Dynamite Rave says as he glances over his shoulder to his own cutie mark for a moment, before looking back to him. "I thought I would head down the same path as you and end up in a career of music but instead, destiny had something else in store. I'm a hero and it's what I do. I save lives. Before I was assigned to the elements of harmony, I was apart of the search and rescue division of the royal guard here. I have been thrown into some pretty intense situations. Youngest pony to be accepted into the guard and assigned to such roles." A crooked smile forms upon his muzzle. "But, I still do the music thing on the side. Some DJing, some singing."
"Hey, music is a great business, but it chews you up and spits you out when it's done with ya." Jukebox Hero says with a lopsided grin. "You made the right move. It's about time someone broke the mold. ... guard, escort... turning yourself into a hero is right. That's awesome. I'm glad.. I didn't ruin ya. I always worried I did that with Mixy. Sounds like you're ganna go big places. It's about time someone in this family got dealt the good cards."
"Well, I mean.. you kinda dropped me off at birth, it's not like you was around to influence me one way or the other. It's just the cards that were dealt to me and I made the most of it with a strong support group around me." Dynamite Rave says as he takes in a deep breath. "It's still surreal though.. being your son. A mega celebrity. I grew up listening to your stuff and had every song memorized before I found out who you really were. I wasn't even supposed to know but I sorta unsealed my sealed documents when I broke into the clerical office shortly before I took the job here. I sort of needed that answered before I.. grew up.. I guess."
"You..broke in?" At this Jukebox throws back his head, a raccous laugh escaping him before he shakes his head. "Oh damn, you are mine, aren't ya? I never could take no for an answer. Or 'we'll tell you later'. Or 'you don't need to know'. I was terrible as a foal. Well.. I hope my music helped a little, even if I wasn't there. Look atcha though, hardly grown and this far. What else is going on with your life, besides being a big hero? There a girl in your life? ...boy? I see you're friends with the prince?"
"Yeah, Solar Eclipse is my best friend, even if he's a bit younger. We're both weirdos in our own way and we kinda gravitated to each other. I couldn't ask for a better friend." Dynamite says with a smirk on his head. "A girl? Been a few here and there. I'm sorta now kinda maybe dating the element of loyalty, Rainbow Dash. We're going to the Exodus concert next week, then dinner. We're sorta.. doing a test run right now." He grins sheepishly. "Before that I dated a nurse, an academic prodigy, a street rat. Nothing that really stuck though. If anything, Dash and I only went out for ice cream once together and so far it's the most normal date I've had." Laughing, he looks amused for a few moments.
"Exodus? ..pfft." Jukebox Hero lets out a puff of a breath as he rolls up his eyes. "Well, I suppose you wouldn't be too interested in the backstage passes for my show, eh? You can bring your lady friend. I'll show ya how we partied back in the day. Aah, the nights would go on forever until we all thought the sun was still the spotlights on the stage. They kinda look the same if you squint sideways after three nights without sleep. ...getting a bit old to rock it all night like the kids these days, though."
"Ain't nothing wrong with Exodus. It's the show the lady wants to go to so I'm not gonna deny her." Dynamite says with a grin on his face. "They got a couple of good songs though. And.. if you're offering me tickets to your show I won't say No, I suppose. I'll talk to Dash and see if she's down. I'm sure she would be." The young element of fire kicks the ground a few times with a hoof, scuffing side to side. "You trying to make up for lost time or something old man?" He smirks.
"Heck, you could probably get your own way in, but I might as well give ya the passes." Jukebox Hero quirks up a brow, cocking the same smirk his son does. "Nah. Maybe making up for the other night. If someone offered me a few tickets for half a life, I'd tell 'em where they could stuff 'em in no uncertain terms. It'll be a rocking night, though. The royals just made me promise I wouldn't break any of their crystal buildings, which I wouln't do on purpose. I don't know if I can speak for the bass, though."
"Alright, alright. I'll talk to her and see if she wants to go. I think she's a fan of yours if I recall her vinyl selection when I had the chance to peek at her stuff in Cloudsdale." Dynamite Rave says as he motions upwards with his hoof. "So.. um.. speaking of mom... I guess she was a.. one and done kinda.. situation, huh?"
Jukebox_Hero turns to begin walking again, motioning with his head for Dynamite to follow. "...yah, I guess in the end it sorta went that way. I... had hoped it wouldn't be, though. She was something different. I've known a lot of mares in my life, I wouln't lie. Never exactly hid any of it either. She wasn't like the rest though. She had a certain fire. I screwed it up, though. Never gave her the attention she deserved, wasn't there when she needed me... When I realized it it was too late. Last I saw her was the night she left you with me."
"Yeah, well.. don't bang your groupies." Dynamite says with a smirk upon his face as he trots along after him. "So, Mixy and I are half sisters if I recall correctly. She doesn't really like to talk about the home life often. It gets her real pissed so I just let it go. Then again everything gets her pissed. She was dating Vinyl Scratch for a bit until they broke up and she went on this major melt down and traveled the world or something to get over it. I only see her like twice a year at this rate."
"Hey, when you find yourself drunk on rock and Celestia only knows what combination of alcohol, you don't say no to a room of willing groupies." Jukebox Hero aims a false scowl down to Dynamite. "It's Rock Law. I have cut back, though. Too old to keep up with spry young fillies. Gotta leave some for you boys, anyway. It's only polite." He nods then in regards to Mixtape. "Yah, she's your half-sister. She sounds like any musician who hasn't found their stride... like any artist, really. When your soul is your work, you're three steps from crazy until you find what sparks your fire. The highs are amazing, but the lows will kill ya if you're not careful."
"Yeah, well.. I'm not sure if I want to know how many other half siblings I have floating about." Dynamite says as he rubs his nose slightly with his hoof. "So, besides romping with random girls you can't remember the names of and music, what else do you do?" He asks as he blows the sweaty black mane away from his face as he canters along.
"None I know of." Jukebox Hero responds, as vague an answer as he can provide. It seems likely, at least in his head, for there to be just the two. Afterall, if there were others what mare wouldn't be after a celebrity for some foal support? "Far as the rest of my life... that's it, kid. I exist for the music. When I'm not doing that, I'm supposed to be thinking up more. Reworking the old. Head to this party or this interview, make sure ponies still remember who you are. Maybe play a show now and again for old time's sake. Other than that.. it's a whole lot of sitting around and remembering."
"Sounds boring to me. My job will most likely kill me at some point. Sooner than later" Dynamite admits as he continues to trot along. "It's why I'm trying to live life to the fullest each day that I can. No regrets. I was the perfect candidate really for most of these jobs I was put on. I have no family to cry over me if I get killed in combat. It's a lot easier to deal with the loss of a guard who doesn't have a lot tying him down you know what I mean?"
"I hear ya." Jukebox Hero murmurs as he walks along, the sun at the height of morning. "Why do you think so many big artists don't have a lot in the way or real friends of family? On the move all the time, rich one second and broke the next, either at the height of our lives or in the gutter.. too many highs and lows for most to deal with. Less baggage we have to knock down our house of cards." He grimaces faintly then, "Which my agents were not thrilled about when they heard about us the other night. I got my ears chewed off."
"Yeah, I got my ass tore up by my Captain the next day after he saw the papers. He made me run fifty miles." Dynamite says with a grin on his face. "With all my gear on. At the height of Celestia's sun that afternoon. It was torture." Stopping before a cafe, he looks inside for a moment, then opens the door. "Here, we can get a juice inside. They have good refreshers. Kind of a trendy place, not too pompous."
Jukebox_Hero grimaces sympathetically at the boy's punishment. "Tough breaks. Least my agents can't do too much to me that I didn't do to myself already. Eh. Scandal gets eaten up fast but forgotten pretty easily. I've been in that storm before. It'll pass. Sticks and stones, right?" He looks to the cafe before stepping in after his son, eyes glancing around the shop's interior. "Looks decent."
"Yeah, Captain is pretty hard on me when I screw up which is fine. Keeps me honest." Dynamite Rave says as he heads to the counter where he orders himself his usual. Strawberry Mango Smoothie with a twist of orange. He floats the drink over and takes a quick sip, followed by a soft sigh of relief. "I don't get invited to many parties. Most that happen are with colts a lot younger than me and it's not my scene, or a lot older and we ain't got much in common. So, I.. sorta don't.. do the party thing unless it's at Mixy's club."
"Fair enough. Gets ya into trouble, that." Jukebox remarks as he regards the menu, even as a few of the workers in the back openly gawk over the racks of fruits. "Eh.. Gimme a carrot-orange-pineapple." He remarks, trying to look cool and collected as the workers about trip over themselves getting his drink in order. By the time he's got his drink it's been inflated two sizes and somehow free. How about that? He sneaks a few bits behind the counter when they're not paying attention all the same as he turns to follow Dynamite. "...know what else fame causes? It causes you to have a lot of trouble not being fat. Crazy how that happens." He mutters with amusement as he eyes the oversized smoothie.
"Well, I have a pretty strict work out plan that I stick to. Five a.m. One p.m. Eight p.m. Eat lots of bright green vegetables in my diet. Drink lots of water. Splurge only once in awhile." Dynamite says as he takes a seat at the back, sipping away at his drink. "You just need to work out more. Less drugs, more smoothies." Staring out the window as the morning sun kisses Canterlot and ponies start to buzz about the street, he takes in a deep breath.
Jukebox_Hero snorts noisily at the boy as he sips at the smoothie that hovers next to him in a glow of cyan-hued magic, gleaming like neon lights. "I stopped that crap ages ago. I've burned out enough brain cells, thanks. I do what I can to keep fit. I got a lot of spare time on my hooves, most days. I get a jog in every morning, usually a walk once or twice the rest of the day if I'm not going to be bombarded. Jogging through a crowd of ponies is a challenge. Can't say I always eat the best. Road food isn't always luxury, but I do what I can."
"Get a gym membership then and just have private runs on the equipment. At least that way you can be consistent." Dynamite Rave says as he gives him a wry grin on his face. "And you're making excuses. You eat like crap cuz' you like it." With another long pull from his smoothie, he swallows happily after licking his lips. "You should just retire with your money and take it easy for a bit."
"Membership? Please.. I could buy one." Jukebox Hero remarks with a lopsided grin. "And yes, crap food is delicious. Sue me." He swallows down another mouthful of smoothie thoughtfully as he looks out the window. "I had for awhile.. kicked back, I mean. Life was just.. dull. I keep thinking this concert will be the last, but then I stop and realize I have nothing else better to do."
"You're just an addict and you want the spotlight." Dynamite says with a grin on his face. "I guess that runs in the family also. I'm an attention hog for the most part, when I want to be. I love performing at Mixy's club every other weekend. Crank the bass up, bring the wubs down hard and just lose it dancing."
Jukebox_Hero lets out a thin noise as he slants a look down at his son. "...wubs... you kids these days. Well, maybe I'll have to stop down some night. If she wouln't beat me over the head with a speaker box." Not that he wouldn't deserve it for some sin or another, but who's counting? "Welcome to the family, boy. Hoofstamps are our heartbeat, cheers are our voice, the spotlight is our soul. Get used to your ego. You're ganna be living with him the rest of your life. When you got nothing else, you'll have that." Grinning lopsidedly, he begins to murmur in tune, "First when there's nothing, but a slow glowing dream... That your fear seems to hide deep inside your mind.."
"You gonna start singing that chick song?" Dynamite asks with a raise of his brow. "I used to have that vinyl somewhere in my room. Probably collecting dust." He says with a laugh. "What a feeee-eeeling. Been believing! I can have it all - now I'm dancing for my life." He drawls out with a raspy tone in his vocals as he gives him a coy smirk. "Ain't nothing wrong with wubs if done right but my specialty is more industrial."
Jukebox_Hero laughs as Dynamite joins in, cracking a wide grin down at him. "It's a good song. Poignant. I could regale you with my theme song. Only the best get those." He drawls as he gives his head a slow shake, "I guess so, kid. A good beat is a good beat, but some of those songs could use some lyrics and really throw 'em over the top. Maybe that'll be my next release. Remixes."