>You paced back and forth in the living room, waiting for the musical pony to finish getting ready.
>Mares always took several hours to do this, and this bothered you to no end.
"You almost done in there?" you said towards the bathroom door on your left.
>"Just about," Octavia answered.
"You said that ten minutes ago. Look, you've gotta be at the concert hall in thirty minutes, and the walk there takes about twenty at best."
>"Then we'll run there."
"You're not serious, are you?"
>Octavia scoffed. "And you say I'm humorless."
"You're picking a really bad time to make jokes is all!"
>"Why is it that you seem to be more worked up about this than me? I'm the one who's going up on stage in front of hundreds of ponies."
"Because I still want you to be successful, Tavi!"
>"And I will be. The crowd won't suddenly hate me for being a few minutes late. If anything, that's fashionable."
>Reasoning with this pony was nigh impossible.
>Frustrated, you sit back down on the couch, twiddling your thumbs.
>Why was she so worried about looking extra pretty, anyways?
>The crowd would be focusing on the music, not her.
>Maybe this was for the after party. It'd make more sense.
>A couple more minutes passed, and the door to the bathroom finally creaked open.
>You stood up, starting to turn towards the bathroom.
"Took you long enough. What all did you have tooooooo-"
>Looking at Octavia, you could now guarantee the stallions in the crowd would be looking at her.
>Curved, voluminous eyelashes? Check.
>Black eyeshadow? Check.
>Black lipstick? Check.
>Pearl collar in place of her usual bow-tie? Check.
>Long, black dress that showed off her supple flanks? FUCKING CHECK.
>And don't forget those cute little black slippers she was wearing that hugged her hooves.
>You stared at her in awe.
>The wait was definitely worth it.
>She smugly grinned at you.
>"Not complaining about me getting ready now, are you?"
>You shook your head to snap you out of your stupor.
>She chuckled. "Didn't think so. Now come on Anon, let's get going."
>You and her headed towards the front door, and, doing as you told her you would the week before, escorted the little lady safely to the concert hall.