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[MLP] Artist's Plight

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Jennu was reading, as Jennu often did. Although he was finding it a little difficult to concentrate on the Theories of Artificial Intelligence and Bio-Mechanics what with the annoying noise of hooves meeting the stone floor of his workshop. The pegasus had been trying to ignore it the best he could for the past hour, but a noise like that is hard to block.

Especially if it's been going for at least three hours.

Midnight was not usually a pony to pace, or even worry, or show any sort of emotion at all. But this was a special occasion.

"Are you finished making a hole in my floor?" Jennu asked casually, not taking his eyes from his book.

"This isn't funny, Jennu," said the black unicorn, a slight snap in his voice. "This is big."

"It's just a couple of statues," said Jennu. Then all of a sudden Midnight's face had taken place of his book.

"Just a couple of statues?!" the usually quiet Midnight practically shrieked. "Princess Celestia personally asked for me to create ice sculptures to decorate the halls for the Grand Galloping Gala and you're telling me it's 'just a couple of statues'?!"

"Well..." Jennu was a little uncomfortable with Midnight being so close. He was pretty sure that horn was going to take his eye out if his unicorn friend got any closer. "Maybe not a couple. It's what? Seven?"

"Twenty-three!" roared Midnight.

Jennu tumbled back into his work bench, mostly out of surprise; Midnight had never raised his voice. Certainly not like that. "I don't see why you're so het up about it," said Jennu, freeing himself from the clutter that had landed on top of him and straightening up. "I mean, a week ago, you made six in the space of an hour."

"That was different," said Midnight, returning to his pacing. "A personal project, nothing more. Not something requested by the princess. Not something that everypony else will see. Not something that is expected to be of the highest quality. Not something that will displayed at the Grand Galloping Gala!"

Obviously, this was something only artists suffered from, so Jennu didn't quite understand why Midnight was panicking so much. If a client wasn't satisfied with any work he had done, that was their problem, but maybe that didn't apply to artists.

"I thought you wanted everypony to see your work?"

"I do," admitted Midnight, still pacing. "But an event like this could make or break my career as an artist. One wrong move and my whole life goes up in smoke. That's why I'm nervous to show everyone."

"But you don't mind showing us, so what makes you afraid to show everyone else?"

"You're my friends, that's different. It's like telling a secret; you only tell the people you trust."

"What about Magic?"

"A fellow artist; she understands these things."

"What about Princess Luna?"

Midnight stopped his pacing. He and Princess Luna were well acquianted, what with them both being nocturnal. They had come across each other while Midnight had been working late, like he usually did, and the pair of them quickly got talking. It was nice to have someone to share the night with. Although they often met up, Midnight wasn't quite sure whether he wanted to call her a friend, yet. She was a princess, after all, and it would be a little audacious to assume she was a friend only after a few meetings.

"Well?" prompted Jennu.

"...Maybe," said Midnight, now back to his usual quiet speech pattern, "...I guess so."

"It wouldn't surprise me if she was the one to recommend you to Celestia," said Jennu, unearthing his book from the junk that had fallen on him earlier. He tutted when he realised he had lost his page.

"...Perhaps you're right," said Midnight, sitting himself down.

"There's no 'perhaps' about it," said Jennu, returning to his book, "I am right. If you're good enough for a princess to recommend you, then you're good enough for everypony."

"...Yeah, you are right," agreed Midnight, feeling much more confident now.

"Of course I am," said Jennu. "Hey," he said, looking up from his book, "What do you have planned for these statues anyway?"

The look on Midnight's face said it all. "...I haven't."

"You haven't started on them yet?"

"...No."

"Well, you best get a move on; you've only got three weeks."

"Three weeks?!" The regained calm evaporated like ice in front of the sun. "What am I gonna do? I'm not gonna be able to make all twenty-three in three weeks!"

"Not if you keep standing here babbling about it."

"Ahh! I have to go!" Midnight scurried out of the workshop quicker than anyone had ever seen.

Jennu sighed and turned the page of his book, "I saw that coming."
So. Midnight-pony has been asked to create some arts for the halls of the Grand Galloping Gala and thusly begins panicking. It's funny writing about a panicky Midnight.
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