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// Sally's Song 
// Story: Mareway Musicals 
// by Air Quiet Reader 
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“Here I thought I had time to learn about the Elements of Harmony,” Twilight complained. “But, silly me, all this ridiculous friend making has kept me from it!” Twilight greatly lamented not being able to focus on study thanks to the various festivities revolving around the Summer Sun Celebration. Was she really the only one worried that their entire way of life might come crashing down on them tonight?

Twilight noticed a sparkle in the stars, and looked up to see the object of her fear; the shadow of the “mare in the moon”. 

“Legend has it,” Twilight recited to herself, “That on the longest day of the thousandth year, the stars will aid in her escape,” Twilight brought her reference book to her to finish the legend. “And she will bring about everlasting night. I hope the princess was right,” Twilight said, voice cracking, on the verge of tears, but doing her utmost to retain her composure. “I hope it really is just an old pony tale.”

Twilight sighed, trying to get her brilliant mind to comply to her hearts' desires to just believe that all was well, but it was to no avail. She knew that there were sound premises to her conclusion on Nightmare Moon, and no matter how much her heart wished it, the feeling that Nightmare Moon would come would not go away. Not until the night passed, and they were left unharmed. Her cloud of despair was so great that she did something she rarely did: she sung to herself.

I see there's something in the stars
That tells me tragedy's at hand
And though I'd like to believe her Twilight turned her gaze over to a table where Celestia's letter lay, telling her not to worry and go make friends. But how could she just forgo her intuition, which Celestia had always told her to trust?
Can't shake this feeling that I have
The worst is just around the bend

And does she notice my efforts for her Twilight reflected on Celestia in her depression, her thoughts on the Princess becoming muddied by Celestia's complete ignoring of Twilight's warnings.
Doesn't she see?
What her praise means to me Twilight deeply questioned her relationship with her teacher, her insecurities overriding her wonderful past experiences with the Princess. She had never felt more alone, cold, and neglected than she did right now, the only one who seemed to recognize coming disaster.
And what will come to be

“Come on Twilight!” Spike interjected, slamming the door open and halting Twilight's song, looking thoroughly cheerful. “It's time to watch the sun rise!”

“Just a minute Spike,” Twilight said, rubbing a hoof through the corners of her eyes. “I'll catch up with you soon.”

“Okay, but don't be too late. All our friends are waiting for us!” Spike shouted, before skipping off to return to the happy festivities.

Twilight giggled slightly, her mood a bit lighter, as she pondered the perplexing problem of the crazy ponies that inhabited this town. In spite of their infuriating antics, she knew they meant well; they did their best to make her feel welcome, even though she rejected them at every turn. But her fears, both of Nightmare Noon and of herself trying to make friends after so long in seclusion, prevented herself from opening up to them. And with the sad thought of never being confident enough to make friends, she went on:

What will become of these new 'friends' Twilight stressed the word, trying to indicate to herself that there was no truth to it.
Where will no action lead us then,
Although I'd like to sway the crowd, Twilight pondered her own lack of action in trying to move the masses.
With something strong and wise and proud,
Try as I may, it would not work Twilight knew this to be true; the ponies, like Celestia, like Spike, were too wrapped up in their party to focus on the terrible issue at hand. This drove Twilight back into her lonely mindset, her opinions seeming to be completely unwelcome. And with this mindset, she approached the topic of friends once more:

And could I ever
to friends endeavor
No I think not
So I'm left here distraught,
And thus, my heart it..rots Twilight spoke the last word with a wince, admitting a truth she had not wanted to acknowledge.

Twilight left her window and went outside, prepared to face whatever might come, even if she would do so alone. Even if that notion broke her heart.