Dear Diary,
Ugh, I have never been so infuriated in my life! I went to that concert and it was no problem convincing the bouncers to let me backstage. I just worked my feminine charms on them and they said I was 'perfect' and sent me in to see Clod Stewart. And there I was, Diary, flirting with him, and he was receptive! Finally, a stallion who likes me for me! He kept talking about how pretty I am. And how nice my flank is. Granted Diary, I am very pretty and my flank really is a very nice flank. I do watch what I eat and exercise regularly to make sure it stays such a nice flank. But my looks were all he could talk about. And then some other stallion (his manager I think?) comes in and asks me how old I am and when I tell them I'm fifteen they kicked me out. That's right, Diary, they kicked me out! So what if I'm only fifteen! I'm very mature and sophisticated for my age!
Jerks.
Love,
Rarity
PS: Mother and father are going to be mad but I broke all their Clod Stewart records.