STORY #3
Parting Words
You stand silently in front of your private jet. Behind you, your security staff are trying desperately to hold back a sea of ponies who are screaming incomprehensibly.
You turn around slowly and look at them. The screaming intensifies. You raise a hand to quieten them, which they do instantly.
"My friends," you say, "today marks the end of a rather horrific tour. I have come to a decision, but before I tell you what it is, I feel that there are some things I need to explain."
You sigh.
"First of all, the incident at my performance. I apologise for what happened, but let me assure you that it was not intentional."
You pinch your nose and rub the bridge before continuing.
"Secondly, what happened at that restaurant was unacceptable. Seriously, I reserved that damn table my first day here. So pardon me for wanting to get what was mine. That family had no right to be at my table."
The crowd looks at you blankly.
"Finally, that camera stallion. He had no right to speak to me like that. In fact, if it wasn't for my security team I would have ripped his damn head off!"
The crowd starts murmuring amongst themselves.
"Now that I've said all of that, I can share with you my decision. As of right now, I am never coming back to Equestria again. This place is just horrible. I am a superstar, and I deserve better treatment!"
The crowd stop murmuring and stare at you. Without any further words you get into your jet and sit down, just as screaming fills the air. Seems like they're upset.
This pleases you. Perhaps now they would beg you to return, as well as offer you many apologies and lots of money.
With a small grin on your face you lean over to the window to listen to the crowd. Your face suddenly falls.
They're not screaming in despair.
They're screaming with glee.
You open the blind and look out at them. They are dancing on the runway and waving placards in the air. A single tear runs down your face as you shut the blind and slump in your seat.
As the jet begins its journey down the runway you begin to make out words amongst the cheering.
"Bieber is gone!" a pony yells, "The drinks are on us!"
You break down upon hearing this, but what you hear next causes your self-esteem to vanish completely.
"Hooray for the Princesses!"