“You don’t need them. You can find other ponies that can play instruments, but where are they going to find a voice that could replace yours?”
“You’re absolutely right, of course. I’m the voice of the band, and without me they’re just session musicians. Gee Threes fans are Starsong fans, and now’s the time to take this act solo. Thank you for listening and offering your two bits. I really appreciate it.” She signs your brochure, and then just as quickly shoves you out of her dressing room.
You trot past the dressing rooms of her bandmates, and you can’t help but wonder if you’ve just destroyed all their livelihoods. Not that you particularly care, you never liked their music anyway.