Track 8.
I had forgotten just how friggin' LARGE the palace is. There must've been like a thousand ponies there. Possibly several. I was the one who was gonna kick off the dance party that finished the reception. It was gonna be the biggest party of the century, and the party queen herself, DJ Pon3, was going to be at the centre of it. I was hiding under the DJ table.
Then the changelings came, thank Celestia. I am never going to admit this to anyone, but for one dark moment, I was kinda praying for Chrysalis to win. A lifetime of wasting away in a cocoon at least meant I didn't have to worry about whether or not I could live up to ponies expectations. If Chrysalis won, at least we'd all have failed together...
I'm sorry for thinking like this.
“Hello” a voice said from above me.
“Please don't hurt me, I'll go willingly!” I exclaimed from my hiding place between the crates.
“Okay, but where are we going?” The voice sounded too kind-hearted to be a changeling. I dared to open my eyes and what looked back at me was a flurry of pink around a pair of kind pony eyes.
“D-d-did we win? What are you doing here?”
“Yup, and I'm here to fill in for a.... DJ Pon-three. Everypony is is looking for her. So, what are you doing here?” Of course, I was hiding in the last place anypony would look, that strategy never fails.
“Uhm... I AM DJ Pon3,” I told her.
“Yay, I found you!” The kind-eyed pony smiled. “So, why are you hiding?”
“This is gonna sound stupid,” I said. “But I'm scared of all my dreams coming true.”
The smile disappeared on the pink pony and she seemed to consider this thoroughly.
“You're right,” she concluded. “It DOES sound stupid. Why are you afraid of your dreams becoming true?” Damn this girl for asking all the right questions.
“All I really wanted was to play music ponies would like, but the crowd stated paying attention to me more than the music and I'm afraid of making them disappointed.”
“Oh, I know that feeling,” the pink pony said, and suddenly I had a long overdue realization.
“You're Pinkie Pie!” I exclaimed.
“Yup, nice to meet you!”
“B-b-b-but you're like the most famous party-pony in existence, everypony knows you! So... how do you manage it, the fame I mean?” Pinkie poked her chin and scratched her head at the same time.
“Well, my imaginary friends help me out sometimes, but mostly it's thanks to my real friends. If I can make them happy, it really doesn't matter to me what anypony else thinks.”
“I... don't think I have any friends.”
“You do now... ME!” Pinkie Pie said. “Let's get this part started, shall we?
Pinkie practically forced me up into limelight. All right, I had one moment, I could grasp it and let destiny guide me, or I could let it slip by. I made my choice, and my choice was...
I dropped the needle down, let happy dance-beats out into the atmosphere and made the crowd wild. This was exactly what they needed after having the wedding crashed by changeling, a proper old-school celebration. This was exactly what I needed.
The crowd screamed for more, and I was ready to give it to them. But the purple tint of the world was giving me problems. I couldn't see the knobs clearly behind my darkened sunglasses, funny how it never bothered me before...
For the first time in a very long time, I peeked over my mirror-shades and exposed my fiery eyes to the crowd.
THE END