Sweetie Belle finally gets her cutie mark in singing. Rarity has always ignored her, and when she gets famous and has no time for her sister, Rarity gets a taste of her own medicene.
Sweetie Belle finally gets her cutie mark in singing. Rarity has always ignored her, and when she gets famous and has no time for her sister, Rarity gets a taste of her own medicine.
"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...
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.
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...?
Yet another year had passed. Sweetie, again, had not seen another glance of her sister, excluding the times she saw her in the gossip magezines being defined as "crazy". She had been forced to interview exactly what she thought when she saw the mare. She lied about what she had thought. She didn't know why, but she felt more secure by keeping the lie going.
School has been going better than ever. Everyone, after three years and three months, were still in awe that a child singer and actor were in all of their homerooms. Diamond had tried repeatedly to get her to be her friend,but Sweetie always refused. Revenge was sweet.
Then came the fateful day when her name was called over the loudspeaker to go to the front office. She was used to it by now, concerts and whatnot, but when she was walking through the halls, she remembered; this was the day she started filming her sitcom. She was excited, as she had never done anything like this before. And from what the director said, series were much different than movies. She trotted with glee over to the office, where she was lead to her trailer. It became like a second home to her. A second, high fashion, nail polish-remover smelling home. She coughed at the fumes, her eyes and nose burning, but nopony took that into account.
Her manager, Orange Sunset, sat her on her seat and handed her a coffee. Sweetie learned to enjoy coffee, as long as it had lots of whipped cream...and sprinkles.
Orange Sunset took her own black coffee and raised it to her lips. She set it down and looked Sweetie in the eye. "Sweetie," she said, "You will be gaining SO much more money, you see, when you start this cute little series of yours." She grinned with coffee stained teeth, but Sweetie said nothing.
"Zis job will be a hard one, especailly since the director changed the script at the last minute."
WHAT?! "WHAT?!" Sweetie exclaimed.
"I know, very surprising, indeed." She took another sip. "You know zat moment, zat moment whenever zat crazy mare claimed to me your sister?"
Sweetie Belle felt warm and sweaty. She nodded, biting her lip.
"She will be in ze first part of ze script." She sipped. "But, the director spiced it up a little. It is a surprise, dahling, you will see."
This was going to kill Rarity, she was sure of it.
Sweetie was exasperated. When her trailer was parked, she trudged out of it, onto the sound stage. The director, a creamy brown stallion with messy blue hair and a mustache, welcomed her warmly and invited her onto the stage. Maybe my makeup pony should learn how to invite instead of throwing me everywhere, Sweetie thought grimly. The director then said,
"Sweetie, in this scene, darling, we will be telling about the beginning of the career. Because there is no contact with the lady who pretended to be your sister and it might be unsafe to try and use her, we found a great pony as a substitute."
A mare stepped onto the stage.Meowza! She looked like a severely drunk Rarity who forgot to look in the mirror while putting makeup on. She had blue eyeshadow smeared across her face, with lipstick scribbled on her muzzle. Sweetie looked at her and nodded nicely, but on the inside it was tearing her apart.
The mare dramatically stepped on stage. "I'm ready for my part." The man looked at her. "Heheh, do the crazy mare voice!"
"I'M READY FOR MY PART!" She sounded absolutely crazy with a heavy dramatic english accent. Just like Rarity, but crazier. Like, a lot crazier.
The stallion chuckled again. "Good, dear, good! Now, Sweetie, tell us when you're ready."
Sweetie coughed. This was something she had to do, something she had to do for the sake of herself. "Yes, sir, I'm ready," she said, after skimming over her own lines a few times, paying no attention to anyone else's. She was too scared to look.
"Good. Start ze filming!" He said, and with the blink of an eye, the blinding lights came on, and a mare stepped up. "Scene one!" She smacked the marker together and stepped out of the camera's way. Sweetie stepped onto the prop, meant to be the stage, and reluctanctly started to sing the "Cutie Mark Crusaders Theme Song". She did it well, and the director was satisfied. That was when the mare pretending to be Rarity stepped up onto the stage. "MY SISTER! SHE IS MY SISTER!" she called out, running to the stage and pulling Sweetie close. "MINE, NOBODY ELSE'S!"
Sweetie looked around at the background ponies dissapproving. "GET HER OFF STAGE!" a mare called. Sweetie thought she would then step off and that would be the end, as it had really happened. But no.
"NO, SHE'S MINE!" She glared at everyone in the crowd. Oh, Celestia.
"Give it up!" a stallion called.
"Never!" She then snatched up Sweetie, to her surprise, and ran.
It went on l like this until she was caught by the police and put in a mental aslym.
"Okay, the preview for the show is done. It shall be released today, as it should take not long to edit." The director walked off the stage. Sweetie bit her lip at what she had done.
After repeating that horrible scene over and over, she went to her trailer and soon fell asleep. Sweetie awoke to find herself falling, falling. She was falling into a bottomless pit, mares and stallions all around her, laughing at Rarity. They were closing in on her sister; ready to attack. Sweetie wanted to move, to tell them to stop, but she couldn't move. They were just about to strike, Sweetie screaming in her head, when a light blue aura zapped them away, leaving Rarity behind, who faded away on her own.
"Princess Luna!" Sweetie knew who it was immediately, and looked up to the sky in order to see the tall blue alicorn lowering herself into the pit, turning it into solid ground.
"Sweetie Belle." She crouched down so she was eye to eye with the filly. "Sweetie Belle, your sister...she saw the preview. She was devestated."
"I know, Princess." Sweetie grumbled, her ears back, looking as guilty as ever. "I know. I know."
"No, my child. I do not think that you understand completely. You must see for yourself." She stamped her foot, and behind her came a scene of Rarity crouching in a small room, watching a television. Her eyes were glimmering with hope and excitement for her little sister as she watched the screen. Sweetie could see that she has already forgiven her, even after Sweetie had kept being so rude. On the screen started the part with Rarity, which made the glimmer in her eye dull just a bit and her smile fade; but she looked nuetral, not downright sad. Finally, the part finished. Sweetie could see that she was fighting to hold back tears, tears of embarrassment and sadness from unforgiveness. Rarity then started crying, silently. Sweetie knew that the only time she cried like this was when something was seriously wrong. Luna's expressionless eyes were looking down on Rarity. She then casted a thought spell, a spell that allowed a pony's thoughts to be read out loud.
The thoughts inside Rarity's mind made Sweetie feel so worried and sad, that she started crying. Rarity was thinking, "My sister...my sister doesn't love me...I don't know what I had done so wrong to make her do this, but..." Rarity looked over at some rope on a stool.
Sweetie Belle's eyes dialated. "RARITY! NOOOO!" Sweetie started sobbing. Rarity grabbed the rope, and made a loop with it. She hung it to the ceiling fan. She looked at the rope, but...she didn't hang herself.
Sweetie removed her hooves from her face and looked at Rarity hopefully. Rarity kept looking at fhe rope. Her bottom lip then quivered. "I can't do this. Not to Sweetie, not to her...even if she doesn't love me...I need to be there, in case anything happens..."
Rarity then removed the rope from the fan. Suddenly, the scene started sucking away, Luna shouting, "REMEMBER! REMEMBER!" before the dream finally ended.
