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// Prologue is Magic: 1 
// Story: Flutters for Rarity: 
// by Ponyess 
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	Maybe this all started with the Hurricane for Cloudsdale, when Rainbow Dash was organising it.  I was scared half to death, and hated it all.  The spectacle, it was just numbing to me.

Only I had shown up, and made the first test flight to see how I measured up, and truth to be told, it sucked just as bad as I had expected, and they all knew it.

I had flown back home in tears.  It had been just as bad as I knew it would, and I heard the voices.  I had heard the voices from the past, my personal inner demons.

Only in the end, not only had I been practising and training for her event.  I had shown up in the very last moment, knowing I could have done nothing.  The first attempt had failed, staying just short of required wind speed.  It had basically been a disaster, and was close to a complete failure.

Knowing Rainbow Dash, she couldn't give up, and a second attempt had been launched.  She had been just short of going there this time too.  Hope against all hope, I had made the leap for her in the very least moment, when she was just short of what was required.  I had thought I had too little, and was too late, but something made me pull it all through.

Celebrations had ensued, and my friends were there for me, demonstrating the appreciation for me.  Maybe this had shown me something.

Then Rarity had asked me to model for her, and reluctantly I had agreed.  At least for a while, until too many were staring at me, and it got too much to bear.  Then I had dropped it, with an explanation.

What came next, is a fund-raising for the pets, and once Big Macintosh more or lest lost his voice in a competition just the day before, I got pressed into voice acting.  Mac still did feel the spot on the stage, which is why I accepted in the first place.

After this, there can one event after the other, before his voice finally had recovered.  I had actually claimed the one final event, just because I had not been prepared for it to be the last time.

Maybe I shouldn't have, if I had known how it was to turn out.  Only I had claimed it, because I love singing. It is that luck that finally betrayed me, as I tore down the curtains between me and the stage, where the Pony Tones were singing.  I hadn't even really noticed what I did, before the public eye had burnt me down, as it were.

I had been singing a good part of the song, before I realised they saw me.  That's when I froze, and the torment begun.

As painful as it had been, I'm still thankful they did follow me, and most of the mess was cleared up fairly quickly.  Along the way, I guess I found Rarity, and this is how our relation suddenly changed into something more and deeper.