A few ponies are still lingering in the club, but most of them left after the show. That's how it goes in showbusiness. In a town like this, they're probably on to the next club with the next performer… that's why this city is so great in a way. Inspiration everywhere you turn. That's how you improved your repertoire so much. You head out the door into the city, and a magnificent sight it is. The city which is never quiet: even here on the streets, you hear the thrum of the music from concert halls, and the upstarts on the street playing for change.
You have a few ponies you want to tell you're leaving.
-Your best friend, Nelly. She's a jenny like yourself, the only other one in town. It's no secret that she's not quite the bombshell you are, but somehow she has a sort of roguish confidence you've always envied. She's at her flat over near yours in residential.
-Black Box, your first manager. You haven't worked with him in a long time, but without this stallion, you might have never been discovered. He's probably at the Carnal Hall looking for new talent. You know the way to get to Carnal Hall: practice, practice, practice.
-Quick Stick, a drummer you did a duo run with. She's a really talented unicorn, and you wouldn't feel right without at least letting her know you're moving on. She's almost certainly performing at a nearby club, The Lousy Excuse
He give you an affable nod. "Ach, a bit outta sorts. Felt a wee bit sick earlier, but I think I ken shake it. And yerself?">>577839
He nuzzles you close. You feel his warm breath up against your breast.
"We have all the time in the world."