I love pretty pink mares,
they make me feel so good!
I love tri-colour hair
it makes me feel so bad!
When they’re around they make me feel
like I’m the only colt in town...
I love pretty pink mares,
they make me feel so good!
Hold on. You remember this. Hard to forget the day you fell in love, after all. Besides, Shiny’s performance tends to stick in mind. You’re so absorbed it takes another moment for you to wonder why you’re here.
{Woah. I remember this.}
{You do?}
You look around, fruitlessly. But of course, this is just a memory, and Vinyl just a voice, the two of you observers of events already passed. You look down, expecting the familiar jolt of somepony else’s body: instead, you see
pink hooves
tri-colour mane
(they make me feel so good)
How odd. But, then, you’ve never seen a memory before that you were in. You put it aside. Instead, you start your search anew, looking, looking for...aha!
{Aww, you’re so adorable!}
{Am not.}
{You are. You’re so excited.}
{Course I am. I’m about to get my cutie mark, you know.}
{Are you serious? That’s even cuter!}
{Shhh, I’m trying to listen.}
You watch yourself clap with all the others, and can’t help but feel that same kindled fuzzy pride you did back then, the spark that someday would grow a flame. How he looks down there. All puffed up and trying to impress. Your knight in Shining Armour.
You tear yourself away, somehow: nice as it is to see all this again, you have another purpose here. Vinyl Scratch (tiny, adorable) is standing on her mother’s back, eyes shining like everything she ever dreamed is there upon the float and crying out to her: and yes, the foal’s flank begins to glow, and the single music note is washed in place. The mark of destiny itself.
Three lives changed that day, you realise, and you’re glad somepony else got something near the joy you felt while watching that performance, too. Watching your Shining Armour.
{You’re pretty adorable yourself, you know.}
{Shhh, I’m falling in love.}