I woke up early and decided to make breakfast. I hummed the tune of my favorite song, "Real Life."
Sweetie Belle came hopping down the stairs along with Scootaloo and Apple Bloom. "Pretty song. Can you sing it to us?"
"Uh, me?" I asked.
"Of course you! Who else?"
"Well, I'm a pretty awful terrible singer, so you probably don't wanna hear me sing..."
"Aww, come on! You can't be that bad!"
Well... Okay then.
Create a place through shapes and shades.
Build a blinding stage where beauty's made.
But when your colors fade
Everything will change.
I'm tryin' hard to imagine better.
Daydream him, I'll wait forever.
I'l pray that our paths blur...
Together.
It might not be true,
But it's the best I can do.
It's only to keep a little piece of you.
I can't keep it inside.
I'll have to shout it out loud;
All of the thing I couldn't live without.
And I'm pouring my heart,
And I'm spilling my soul,
And I'm takin' a breath,
And he's giving his all.
And I wanna walk out of the trouble I'm in
Cuz I'm really not sure where it begins.
And if fakin' it will make it better,
Better than it was before,
Then lies could bring us close together so I won't be lonely no more.
Pretending it doesn't matter
Could help me pass the time.
In make-believe he'll hide forever.
This is real life.
This is real life.
This is real life.
Oh, oh, oh.
This is real life.
Oh, oh."
It took me until that point to realize that Fluttershy was sweetly humming along to the song.
It's time to see the real life.
Paint your full of tones.
Write the story so you know how it goes.
But my heart's alone
Till he comes home.
He'll make a decision,
He'll have no choice.
And I'll hold him close,
He'll hear my voice.
And I'll pray we're together...
Forever.
Take a deep breath,
Go for a walk,
Wish you were here cuz we've got to talk.
I can't keep it inside.
I'll have to shout it out loud;
All of the thing I couldn't live without.
And I'm pouring my heart,
And I'm spilling my soul.
And I'm gaspin' for air
Cuz he's giving his all.
And he wants to wake up
From the dream he's been in
And start it all over so we can relive.
And if fakin' it will make it better,
Better than it was before,
Than lies could bring us close together
So I won't be lonely no more.
Pretending it doesn't matter
Could help me pass the time.
In make-believe he'll hide forever.
This is real life.
This is real life.
Oh, oh.
This is real life.
Oh, oh, oh.
This is real life.
It's time see
Now he's taking the steps
And he's making a stand.
He's pulling down walls and doing all that he can.
He's through with black and white
And drawing the lines
Between make-believe and real life.
This is real life.
This is real life.
This is real life.
Oh, oh, oh.
This is real life.
Oh, oh, oh.
My real dreams
And real love
Believe the thing things that you can't touch.
This make-believe is not enough;
It's time to see the real life."
"You're not a bad singer," Apple Bloom said. "That was beautiful!"
"Can you sing us another one?" Sweetie Belle begged. "Just one more?"
"Okay, fine," I agreed. "Just one more.
My son, let my voice
Fill this room one more time.
I'll rehearse this line for line
Until I'm out of time.
My son, can't you see
That our troubles have run high?
This is where we draw the line,
This is where we say 'Good-bye.'
You know what want?
What I want, believe it or not,
I've already got.
And I know I've got to go away.
But I know it's all going to be okay
Cuz I know we'll never be apart
And all this is is a brand new start.
And you'll wake up, my darling,
With a light on your face.
And my tears will all dry up
When you see the change.
As you grow up, you'll realize
This is your time to shine.
You'll be the light of my life,
The the light of my life...
The light of my life!"
"Those are a couple of sad songs," Fluttershy commented "That was beautiful. What are they called?"
"Thanks, Fluttershy. The first one is 'Real Life' and the second one is 'Light of My Life.'"
"Where did you hear them?"
"My video game actually. I think I can play the original ones for you." I pulled out my Kindle Fire and hit the Browser app. "No Internet access? Stupid thing, you're a wi-fi hotspot!"
"What does that mean?" Scootaloo asked.
"Well, this is a Kindle. A wi-fi hotspot is something that allows access to the Internet when the object that can use the Internet is hooked up to it. The Internet is something that lets me search anything and look up anything I want. There is a Browser shortcut on my Kindle. My Kindle itself is a wifi hotspot, so it can pick up a wifi connection from itself. But right now it's not connecting itself." I looked back down at my phone. "Stupid, stupid, STUPID! Connect to yourself already!" I tapped the Wi-fi Connections app and manually connected it to itself, which I shouldn't have had to do.
I went to YouTube and typed in "dtl real life w/ lyrics." I pressed the fourth one then the "play" button, full-screened it and held it up for the Cutie Mark Crusaders to see, quietly singing along to it.
Next I typed in "dtl light of my life w/ lyrics." She chose the second one, pressed play, full-screened it, and held it up.
"Can you explain to me what they mean?" Fluttershy asked.
In day I'd been there, Fluttershy had proven that she was very sensitive and quiet, so I was almost sure "Real Life" would make her cry, but I showed both the videos with the original slide-shows anyway, hoping that after it was over one of the others didn't come walking down the stairs.
After it was over, Fluttershy was crying, just as I had expected. Unfortunately, Rainbow Dash came racing down the stairs.
"What did you do?" she demanded.
"Nothing," I promised. "I swear."
"She just showed me a sad little slide-show, that's all." Fluttershy said.
"Oh, really?" Rainbow Dash didn't seem very convinced. "Let's see this slide-show."
I pressed "replay" and held it up for her. "See?"
"What is this garbage?" Rainbow demanded.
"My favorite song ever."
"It's trash! Where did you come across such vulgar filth?"
"My video game. I think I know a game with a sound track you'd like."
"Really? What?"
"Rage Quit!"
"What? What kind of game is that?"
"A game I bought for ninety-nine cents in the App Store. It's so frustrating that it makes you want to rage quit. I'm on attempt seven thousand, eight hundred sixty-two and still on level one.
"Let's hear it then."
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Author's notes: I don't own those songs if that wasn't made clear when Isis said she heard them on a video game. I HAD NO CLUE HOW TO END IT. Yes, Rage Quit... Watch a vid for it, and I'm sure you'll think, "What a ridiculously easy game." It's called the "Impossible Game" for a reason. Please note that most the Rage Quit videos contain VERY strong language. And I do think that song with the slide-show would most definitely make Fluttershy cry at least a little. It's so sad! That's all.