"MOM! DAD! MY CUTIE MARK!! MY CUTIE MAAARRRRKKK!" Sweetie Belle rushed into the kitchen, where breakfast was on the table. She sat on the table, putting her butt right in her mom's face, and yelled, "IT'S A MICROPHONE, MOM! WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!"
"Oh, Sweetie, you got your mark? Already? My baby's growing up so fast!" she sighed. "It means your good at singing! Auick, go tell Rarity over the phone!"
Sweetie scrambled into the kitchen, picking up the phone in between her teeth and flipping it to her ear. "RARITY!" she yelled.
Wait. She'd been so excited that she forgot to dial. She quickly did so and yelled again into the reciever, "RAAAAAARRRRIIIIIIITTTTYYYYYYY!"
"Aah! Sweetie Belle, just what exactly are you doing? I'm working on an important dress for Photo Finish!" "RARITYIGOTMYCUTIEMARKOHMYCELESTIAITSAMICROPHONEFORSINGINGIMEANI'MREALLYGOODLISTENLALALAAAAAAAA!" Sweetie gasped in her breath. She was beginning to sound a lot like Pinkie Pie, actually. She started chattering away again when Rarity stopped her.
"Sweetie Belle, I have NO TIME for your antics! GOODBYE!" she slammed down the reciever.
If Sweetie Belle was Pinkie Pie, her mane was pretty flat right then. She started pouting. She looked over at the microphone on her flank. What good was a cutie mark if even your big sister didn't care about it? She sighed. But a slow master plan began to form in her mind...
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Sweetie Belle walked over to the town square. She stood on the stage the Mayor used to address the town, and tapped on the microphone. "AHEM," she said into it, catching everypony's attention. She smiled and looked around. Just about every pony was looking at her. She breathed in, and started to sing "The Cutie Mark Crusaders Theme Song".
At first, a stallion yelled, "Get that filly off of the stage!" Many people were dissapproving that Sweetie was on stage, but slowly became more drawn to her gorgeous voice.
Her voice rang through the microphone, and when she smoothly finished it, she looked around. Many people were confused as to what she had did, but slowly and surely, began to stomp their hooves, whistle and cheer. Sweetie Belle smiled smugly at the frowning, dumbfounded Diamond Tiara standing in the crowd. She saw Sweetie looking at her and raised her nose high in the air.
She smiled and waved to the audience. Suddenly, Rarity came pushingthrough the crowd. "MINE! SHE'S MY SISTER!" she ran up to the stage to the dissapproving, low chatter of the audience. "SWEETIE IS MY LITTLE SISTER! MINE!" Sweetie looked up at Rarity, feeling happier for a moment, thinking she was really proud of her. But from looking in her eyes, she only saw greed. Rarity only wanted attention, and to steal her thunder. Sweetie thought for a moment. This wasn't folding out right. But a grin spread slowly across her face. She looked up at Rarity and said, "What? Who are YOU? I'm not your sister!"
Rarity looked down at Sweetie, an even more confused look on her face. "What? Yes you are!"
A mare yelled at Rarity, "GET THAT CRAZY MARE OFF STAGE!"
They started booing Rarity and forced her to step off of the stage. She was pretty damn confused.
Sweetie grinned again. This was going to be wonderful.
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Sweetie was sitting in a small trailer, a makeup pony caking her face with makeup. Two years and two months away from when she first started this career, so far she has had twenty concerts, a world tour, has starred in a movie, and will be in a television sitcom next year. Although so much crazy stuff has happened and her parents were rolling in cash, she has not seen a glance of Rarity. She was thinking about this when the mare jerked Sweetie off of her chair and shoved a mirror in her face. By now, she was used to it. She looked in the mirror and flipped her hair. She was about to open her mouth and say how beautiful it looked when her manager yelled, "No, too much lipstick and not enough blush. And get me a latte, please." Sweetie frowned and sighed as she was plopped back into the chair and fiddled with again. Tonight, she was going to be a background singer for Sapphire Shores. She never exactly liked the mare's music, but she was nice enough. Besides, they had known eachother before, and she was promised a juice box afterwards and about two thousand dollars. Man, was she excited for that juice box! After another hour of being pulled at, with raw skin from being rubbed she was plopped down again with a mirror in her face. This time, the orange pegasus said, "Hm...I like. Get ze star backstage!" she took a sip of her latte, a quick swab of lipstick, and then pushed Sweetie onto the stage behind the curtains.
When the curtains finally opened, Sweetie was nervous. She always was. She gulped and said, "Um, hi. My name's Sweetie Belle, or, as you know me-" she sighed at the wacky nickname she was given- "Sweet Bee." She regained posture. "And I will be sin-" Sapphire Shores shouted, "ARE Y'ALL READY TO GET DOOOOOOWN?" She shook her hindquarters and shouted, "LET'S START THIS!" They sang the song, Sweetie hitting every note. She only fell on her face while dancing once the entire performance, which was a record. After the small "Bam Bam Booty Shake", as Sapphire liked to call it, she was whisked back behind stage to take autographs. While she was backstage, she noticed Rarity, rushing in with costumes for Sapphire Shore's next songs, which excluded Sweetie. She stole a glance at the exact moment Rarity glanced at her. They held a stare for a few seconds before Rarity shook her head, eyes full of pain, and slowly trotted off.
Sweetie almost felt bad, but was distracted by the small box of juice given to her by the stallion. Was that orange or apple...?