A FILLYDELPHIA STAR IS BORN!

Applebloom walked out of her apartment and into the hallway a few minutes later. Right after she did, she heard some shouting coming from the apartment just down the hall.

“I bust my flank working at that club and all you do is sit here and do nothing! You're nothin' more than a lazy moocher! I can't believe I ever fell in love with you!”, a female voice yelled so loudly that it could be heard clear as day to the filly. As far as she could tell, the owner seemed to be a filly too, no older than herself.

“You wanna call me lazy? What about you?! A male has his needs, you know! You haven't put out in over a month!”, a male voice shouted back. This voice sounded much older, possibly even belonging to an adult stallion.

“Maybe I would, if you would get off your lazy rump and find a job to get us out of this place!”, the female voice shouted back. Moments later, the door to the apartment opened.

“Where are you goin'?!”, the male voice called out to a filly that walked out of the room - an earth pony with a silver mane and a dark blue coat. She stopped at the doorstep, turning to look back inside.

“I'm goin' out for a while to decide whether or not I should dump your lazy flank, you foal-fiddler!”, she yelled and slammed the door. She then noticed Applebloom standing there with a shocked expression on her face.

“Sorry ya had to hear dat”, the dark blue filly spoke up with a slight blush and sighed.

“It's okay, Ah just got done chewin' out a friend of mine not long mahself”, Applebloom replied with a slight giggle.

“So dat's who I was hearin' before me and my coltfriend started arguin'”, the filly replied with a coy smirk.

“So Ah wasn't hearin' things! Ya are really datin' a stallion?”, Applebloom asked incredulously in surprise.

The filly scoffed in response to this.

“If you can date a stallion. Lazy flank won't even get a job to get us out of here and I'm slavin' away at the club every night to make sure we have a roof over our heads. Name's Blues, what's yours?”, Blues asked curiously, looking at the farm filly.

“Applebloom”, she replied cheerfully. Blues walked over to her.

“Ya don't look too much older than me. What's your story?”, she asked, sitting down next to the filly.

“Well, me and mah fillyfriend came down here to help a friend get back with her fillyfriend. We wound up gettin' stranded here, thanks to bein' mugged on the streets when we just got here”, Applebloom explained and sighed. “What's yours? Ah'm really curious how ya ended up with a stallion for a coltfriend.”

Blues once again scoffed in response and sighed.

“Not much to tell, really”, she said, briefly looking at her apartment door before turning her gaze back to the farm filly. “Pretty much what happened is this: I met him in Canterlot a few years back. We hit it off pretty well and then my parents found out. He suggested we run away to Fillydephia together, and since I was head over hooves in love with him at the time, I jumped on the idea faster than I should have. We ended up here, and he said that since my parents were looking for us, we should lay low for a while. Long story short, we've been sittin' in this place ever since”, Blues finished and sighed.

“So dump him and go back to yer parents. It's that easy”, Applebloom concluded, unsure as to why this was such a hard decision to make.

“If only it were. There's this little thing called lovin' him that keeps me from leaving this Luna-forsaken place. Of course, if he'd get a job, living here would be a lot easier. But then again, that may not be the best idea”, Blues replied and sighed once again.

“Why not?”

“My parents and the police are lookin' for him. They think he foalnapped me.”

“So explain to them that he didn't and why ya love him, then”, the farm filly suggested, still not getting the big picture.

“Harder than it sounds, Applebloom. Ya see, when ponies see somethin' as wrong, well, ya can preach to 'em 'till ya are blue in the face... and not a single bit of it will sink in”, the blue filly replied.

“Ah hear ya thar. Most of mah family don't understand why Ah love mah cousin Babs, and tryin' to explain it to 'em is like buckin' Zap Apple trees before harvestin' time”, Applebloom said without thinking. She then went pale in realization of what she just confessed.

However, Blues simply giggled at this.

“Can't say I've ever met a pony who was datin' their cousin before, but who am I to judge? I'm datin' a stallion two times my age”, she replied and wrapped a hoof around the filly, with her face right next to Applebloom's, much to the latter's discomfort. “I think we're gonna be the best of pals.”

“Eh-heh, yeah, best of pals", Applebloom agreed nervously. "So uh, pal, could ya let me go? Ah'm gettin' mighty uncomfortable over here.”

At this, Blues released her from her grasp and scratched the back of her head with her right hoof.

“Sorry about that, I didn't mean to freak ya out. I can get a little touchy with my friends. Bad habit of mine”, she said sheepishly.

“Don't worry 'bout it. Ah'm just not used to bein' hugged by ponies Ah barely know. So, uh, you work at the club?”, the farm filly asked in an attempt to change the topic.

“Yep. I work the waitress gig. Why ya ask? Somethin ya wanna know?”

“As a matter of fact, yeah”, Applebloom replied. She then began to inquire about the details of her new job and how the club normally runs...

Babs sat outside of the apartment complex and sighed heavily.

“This sucks rotten apples!", she thought to herself. "How am I going to tell her that my parents wanted to keep us apart? I can't just tell her outright, she'd freak out.” She sighed once again.

“Hey, uh, Babs, was it?", she suddenly heard, snapping her out of her thoughts.

She turned her gaze to the owner of the voice: Swift, the colt that invited them there yesterday.

"I think we got off on the hoof. So let's try this again. I'm Swift Hooves”, the colt said in a cheery manner.

Babs didn't respond at first. However, Swift did manage to wave the gloomy thoughts of hers away, at least for the moment.

“Don't make a foal of yourself, Swift. I was the one bein' a mule”, she finally said, looking up at the colt.

“Well, you had every right to be suspicious of me and my dad. I mean, I know I would be suspicious of me if I walked up to myself and suddenly, out of the blue, offered myself a place to stay”, Swift replied and sat down next to her.

“Still gave me no right to treat you like I did. I was bein' downright rude and that's not cool”, Babs insisted, turning her head to look at him. “Can ya forgive me?”

“No need to ask, Babs. I never thought you were bein' rude to begin with. If anythin', I was bein' rude by stickin' my nose in your problems yesterday”, Swift replied, much to the surprise of the city filly who looked at him curiously.

“What are you? A goody two-hooves? Seriously, any other pony would be tryin' to milk this for all its worth”, she said, feeling put off by this colt's overly polite personality.

“Maybe just a little”, the colt responded, to which Babs slammed a hoof on her forehead with an annoyed groan.

“You're either really good at makin' a filly have a guilt trip, or ya really are a goody two-hooves”, Babs remarked with a smirk, at which point the two broke into spontaneous laughter.

“I can be a bad colt when I wanna be. Like yesterday, I purposely put the apple cider in the wrong place just to mess with the bartender”, Swift replied, trying to sound cool.

However, Babs slammed both hooves on her face in response to this.

“What's wrong? Was that going too far?”, Swift asked, looking nervous now.

The city filly kept her hooves firmly planted on her face, seemingly silent for a moment.

“Pfffffthahaha! You really are a goody two-hooves! I can't believe I thought you were some kind of pimp tryin' to whore us out!”, Babs exclaimed from behind her hooves between laughs. This was too much, he was going to kill her by laughter at this rate.

Eventually she managed to tone her laughing down a bit. She let out one final sigh before removing her hooves from her face and looking at him.

“Thanks for cheerin' me up.”

“You were upset?”, Swift asked curiously.

Babs burst out laughing once again at this.

“A goody two-hooves AND oblivious! You're gonna kill me! Hahaha!!!”, she exclaimed between laughs.

“I am? I don't wanna do dat. What should I do differently?”, he asked in confusion, causing the city filly to laugh even harder.

“Just... stop... talking! Hahahah!!!”, Babs said between laughs, struggling to catch her breath.

A few more moments passed before the city filly managed once again to stop laughing.

“So, ya feelin' a whole lot better?”, Swift asked with a big grin. The city filly blinked at him twice.

“Don't tell me, this all was an act to cheer me up?”, she asked incredulously, taking note of the fact the colt was grinning ear to ear now.

“Well, maybe not all of it. But yeah, all of it”, he replied with a smirk, only to get whacked upside the head by the city filly.

“Ya jerk! Ya really made me think you were some kind of goody two-hooves!”, she exclaimed, though she wasn't as nearly upset as she looked.

“Ow! That hurt!”, he said, rubbing the back of his head and looking at her, though he wasn't upset with her for the gesture. After all, he did deserve it and he knew it.

“Though, I suppose you would have to be some kind of goody two-hooves to be runnin' a homeless shelter”, Babs added after a few moments, smiling at him.

“I suppose so. Me and my dad really did just want to help ponies out. Celestia knows this city isn't safe at night.”

“Ya got dat right. Me, Applebloom, and Silver Spoon are a livin' proof of that”, Babs replied and let out a sigh, recalling the events of the last night. “I really wish I could get my hooves on that red pegasus thief. I'd beat the stuffin' out of him”, she said, slapping her two front hooves together in a threatening manner.

“Somethin' tells me ya aren't the violent type, though”, Swift remarked, looking at the street as ponies walked by.

“Am I dat obvious?”, Babs asked, looking at the colt with a slightly worried expression.

“Not really. I just have a knack for reading ponies, that's all. Though I have to admit, that silver filly makes me wonder. I can't really read her like I did you two”, Swift remarked thoughtfully, looking back at Babs.

“Silver Spoon...”, Babs replied, feeling her temper rise slightly at the mere mention of her. “I can't believe we came out here just for her sorry flank. Well... then again, I was the one who suggested comin' all the way out here to begin with”, she remarked and let out a heavy sigh, the thoughts of her family coming back to the front of her mind.

“Wait, so you three aren't runaways? You're just doing a favor for your friend?”, Swift asked curiously with a confused expression.

“Yeah. Ya see, Silver Spoon got separated from her fillyfriend 'cuz their parents don't like the idea of 'em datin. Applebloom, who's my fillyfriend, volunteered to help the two send letters to one another, so they could still talk to one another. But then her fillyfriend wrote her a letter tellin' her that if she couldn't see her soon then she was gonna break it off. So I suggested we come out here to reunite the two.”

“So you came all the way out here just to let the two see one another? Seems like a lot to get in trouble for, just to do a favor for your friend”, Swift remarked curiously.

“Yeah, well, my fillyfriend has a big heart and I knew it would tear her up to see somepony she knew suffer”, Babs replied, glancing up towards the apartment complex, then back towards the city streets.

“Speakin' of Applebloom, why isn't she with you?”

“It's complicated”, the city filly replied simply.

“Fair enough. Well, I'll see ya around Babs, I need to go help my dad with gettin' the club ready for tonight”, Swift replied, standing up and walking away.

Now alone again, the city filly was left to her thoughts, just like previously.

“I need to tell her the truth, but how can I do it without freaking her out?”, she asked herself aloud and sighed dejectedly.

That evening Applebloom showed up at the club just before it opened. She arrived there along with Blues, and saw Babs and Silver Spoon already being inside.

“Where the hay have you two been?”, the farm filly asked with a stern look at the two.

“None of your business. I'm only here because I have to be”, Silver Spoon replied snootily.

“Been outside most of the day, really. Swift came by and cheered me up. Turns out he isn't a bad colt once ya get to know him”, Babs remarked with a smirk. She then noticed Blues standing next to Applebloom.“Who's the filly?”

“Oh, this here is Blues, she lives in the apartments as well and not more than just down the hall, wouldn't ya know?”, Applebloom replied.

Blues walked up to the city filly.

“Pleased to meet ya acquaintance. Applebloom's told me a lot about ya”, Blues greeted, extending a hoof to the filly.

“Not too much, I hope”, Babs replied, flashing her fillyfriend a nervous expression.

A mere thirty minutes later, patrons began pouring into the club. The farm filly quickly found herself overwhelmed. She's waited tables before, but only at the reunions; the demand for fast paced service was quickly overwhelming her.

“Ah'm not sure Ah'll make it the night at this rate”, Applebloom remarked to Blues, carrying a tray back to the kitchen.

“You said you worked on a farm, right? This should be a cake compared to that”, Blues replied as the cooks piled more orders onto her tray.

“I'd take buckin' half of Apple Acres over this!”, the farm filly exasperated back to her, the cooks loading orders onto the tray she was balancing on her back.

“Ha, ha! I don't think Hooves wanted to break ya in this fast, but you happened to begin work on one of the club's big nights. We got a singer showin' up and this place is always jam-packed when that happens”, Blues explained, turning about-face and quickly leaving the kitchen.

Applebloom was soon to follow, but the orders she was now carrying were quickly proving to be too heavy for her to balance properly. The filly barely managed to recover from nearly toppling the tray she was carrying on her back twice. The third time however proved disastrous.

“Oh... apple-sssaaaauce!”, she exclaimed as the tray completely fell off her back after she wobbled back and forth several times and ended up hitting the floor with a loud clattering of dishes.

“That clumsy pony just dropped my order! Can't you ponies do anything right?!”, a stallion shouted at the filly, who was at a loss of words as to how to apologize for this.

“Lay off her! She's new!”, Blues said heatedly to the stallion, walking past him and standing in front of the farm filly.

“I don't care if she's new of not! That's my fifty bit order she just dropped!”, the stallion retorted.

“Is there a problem?”, a familiar gruff voice asked, but it didn't have the air of kindness the filly was used to hearing.

“Yeah! That clumsy mule dropped my order! And that one had the gal to tell me off!”, the stallion shouted to Hooves, the latter standing next to the two.

“Right. Well, how about refunding you and giving you the meal on the house?", Hooves suggested.

The stallion seemed to ponder for a moment before agreeing to these terms. Hooves then motioned for Applebloom to follow her off to the side, much to the filly's embarrassment and horror. “He's gonna fire me and kick us out, Ah just know it!”, she thought to herself fearfully.

Hooves stopped and turned to face the filly with a long-winded sigh.

“Sorry about this. I didn't mean to put you on shift on such a busy night, but it's nights like these when we need all the help we can get. But when you're causing customers to get upset and costing me bits, that's a problem”, Hooves said calmly as he looked at her.

“Ah-Ah'm sorry! Please don't kick us out!”, Applebloom exclaimed desperately, hoping the stallion would listen to reason. Much to her surprise, he gave a light laugh upon hearing this.

“I'm not gonna kick ya out. But, I think it might be best if ya sit this night out. Don't worry about the rent, as the other two will cover your share”, Hooves replied with a warm smile, placing a hoof on her shoulder.

Upon hearing this, a wave of relief washed over the filly. She smiled back at him.

“Ah'm really sorry about the mess though, Ah'll go clean it up”, she replied and ran off before the stallion could stop her.

“Teh, she really is a sweet one, that filly. I was just about to tell her not to worry about cleaning up the mess”, Hooves remarked aloud, followed by a chuckle. He then turned around and went back to check on the bar.

Applebloom quickly ran to get some cleaning supplies and ran back to begin cleaning up the mess. It didn't take long, but the stallion who previously yelled at her was glaring at her the entire time, making the filly rather nervous. Once she finished cleaning up the mess, she noticed what could be none other than the music group showing up. The ponies were placing their instruments down on the stage while she was making her way back to the kitchen. She noticed Blues, who was setting her tray down.

“Tough first day, huh?”, she remarked to Applebloom.

“Yeah...”, she replied, rubbing the back of her head with a hoof.

“What the buck do ya mean your singer can't make it?!”, they heard Hooves shouting, even though his voice was muffled over the sounds of the patrons in the club.

Curious, the two fillies walked over to where Hooves was standing. He was talking to what Applebloom assumed was the group supposed to be playing tonight.

“Sorry Hooves, we only just heard ourselves. She came down with the Pony Flu”, one of the group members replied.

“Oh, this is gonna get ugly fast. Everypony here is expectin' a show tonight”, Blues remarked with a worried expression. He looked into the main part of the club and took note of some of the patrons who happened to overhear his outburst. It seemed that the word is spreading dangerously fast.

Sure enough, the crowd was beginning to get agitated quickly. Some shouting for refunds while others were looking as if they were ready to start a riot.

“Somepony better do somethin' quick, or this is goin' to get uglier than my grandpa when he can't get his apple cider”, the bartender remarked with a worried expression towards Hooves, the latter looking just as worried now.

Applebloom looked at the stage. Then back to the crowd. Then back to the stage. She blinked twice as she stared, and rubbed her eyes before looking at the stage again. It was brief, but she could have sworn she had just seen her mother and father motioning for her to join them on the stage.

The patrons were quickly becoming louder, some downright getting into fights with one another, with some of the club trying to intervene to break up the quarrel between ponies. Applebloom looked at the stage again and once again thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. Her parents were yet again on the stage for a moment, motioning for her to join them.

Applebloom then glanced towards the sky, which was visible through the window of the club. She noticed two stars shining brightly.

“Ya have gotta be jokin'!”, Applebloom said aloud with a nervous expression.

“I know, this is gettin' bad!”, Blues remarked, apparently thinking that she was referring to the crowd, which was indeed getting uglier by the second.

After a few more moments she looked back at the stage, and once again saw her mother and father motioning for her to join them. They quickly faded from existence once again.

“Ah've gotta be out of mah cotton pickin' mind”, she remarked dismally and then walked up to the group.

“Um, Ah guess Ah could give it a shot”, Applebloom spoke up, which snapped the group and Hooves' attention to her.

“Wait, ya wanna get on that stage and sing?”, Hooves asked incredulously.

“Y-yeah! Ah know Ah said that none of us could sing when we got here, but if somepony won't get on stage soon, this place is gonna go Tartarus and back”, Applebloom replied, fighting every urge in her body to suddenly shout 'I'm just joking!' and back out of the idea altogether.

“A filly singin' on stage?! Ya have gotta be jokin', Hooves!”, one of the group members exclaimed, giving the manager a look of disbelief.

“Shut yer mouth for a moment, will ya?! I'm payin' ya either way!”, Hooves snapped at the group member before looking back at Applebloom. “Ya sure about this? This group ain't exactly forgivin' if ya make a fool of yourself up there”, he remarked, looking concerned for the farm filly.

Applebloom gave one last glance at the stage; she saw her parents once again motioning for her to join them. She then looked back at the stallion, gulped loudly, and nodded silently.

“I've got nothin' to lose. If she's willin' to give it a shot, then I'm all for it”, Hooves concluded, turning his gaze to the group.

“No way, Hooves, we ain't performin' with an inexperienced filly!”, another one of the group members spoke up defiantly.

“Then ya can forget about bein' paid!”, Hooves retorted with a glare, at which point the group exchanged worried glances at one another. Eventually, the group reluctantly began to make their way for the stage.

“Good luck, Applebloom. Ya are gonna need it", Blues remarked when the farm filly looked at her.

Applebloom gave yet another loud gulp, and made her way for the stage as well. She walked up to it and stood in front of the crowd, who either seemed to be ignoring her or jeer at her. Among the few jeers were “A filly?! What a load of horseapples!” and “We asked for a professional, not an amateur!”

“So what we playin'?”, one of the group members asked her, though they didn't sound very enthused about the idea.

“Um, uh, know any country tunes?”, Applebloom asked with a sheepish smile, to which the group eye-rolled nearly all at once.

“Yeah, we know a few. Just don't screw up”, one of the group members finally replied.

Applebloom then turned to look at the crowd. She had no idea what to sing, so she tried the first thing that came to her mind.

“Ah-Ah'm a country--”, she began to sing meekly, only for the jeers and insults to halt her in her tracks, nearly freezing the filly in stage fright.

“Come on! Sing already!”, one of the members of the group exclaimed impatiently, causing the filly to jump slightly at the sudden shout at her.

She then took a deep breath.

“Ah'm a country fiiiiillllly!”, she sang at the top of her lungs, in a pure country-style tone. It caused her voice to be carried across the club, at which point everyone in the entire room went silent almost all at once and stared blankly at her.

“Holy buck! That filly can sing!”, one of the patrons said in surprise, which could be heard clearly among the silence of the crowd.

“What are ya waitin'? Keep goin'!”, one of the group members hissed at her and signaled for the others to begin playing a country-style tune.

With this huge confidence boost, Applebloom took a deep breath and began to sing the words that came to her mind just now.

♫ Excuse me, Ah saw ya walk in, ♫

♫ Ah turned around, Ah'm not a stalker, ♫

♫ What ya need? Maybe Ah can help ya, ♫

♫ Mah hooves are ready, and I'd be obliged to help ya, 'cause ♫

♫ I'm a country filly, I've got a four hooves,
Plenty of skill, and time to kill,
So tell me what ya want,
I can give it to ya,
'cause I'm a country filly! ♫

The crowd was really getting into Applebloom's song at this point, some of them stomping their hooves on the floor to the beat while others cheered and whistled at her. When the farm filly saw this, she began to really put all she got into this, starting to dance around the stage while she continued singing.

♫ Ya sure look good, standin' there in the sunlight, ♫

♫ It doesn't matter where you're from, ♫

♫ ’Cause Ah'll make ya mine, ♫
♫ We can head up to mah bedroom,♫
and play that tune all night! ♫

♫ 'Cause, ♫

♫ I'm a country filly, I've got a four hooves,
Plenty of skill, and time to kill.
So tell me what ya want,
I can give it to ya,
'cause I'm a country filly! ♫

Applebloom's performance was quickly catching the attention of everypony in the club, including the kitchen staff... and a certain city filly. The latter burst from the dishwashing room and gawked at the sight that beheld her.

“Applebloom?!”, Babs exclaimed in shock, watching her fillyfriend dance on the stage and sing the chorus of her song for the crowd.

♫ Four hooves flailin' all around, ♫

♫ Grabbin' anythin' they can find, Ah'll make ya sing, ♫

♫ 'cause I'm a country filly, ♫

♫ Ah know what ya really want, so hop in mah bed, ♫

♫ Ah'll crank the music, playin' that tune all night long, ♫

♫ Let me know when you're gettin' close, ♫

♫ You can slide on out, or we can keep playin' that song ♫

Applebloom continued to sing, even going as far as to wave her hindquarters for a brief time at the crowd while she sang and danced about on stage, which earned her a few catcalls from the crowd and some whistles.

“Well buck me upside and call me a new-born foal! Dat filly's got quite the voice!”, Blues said in shock and awe, bouncing her head back and forth to the tune.

Babs walked up to her.

“Wh-What's goin' on? Why's Applebloom up on stage singin'?!”, she asked, yanking Blues' attention to her. In the meantime, the farm filly sang her chorus once again.

“She volunteered to sing on stage, 'cause the singer of that group called in sick and boy, am I glad they did! Listen to her! She's got the makins of a pro!”, Blues said enthusiastically to the city filly.

Babs then turned to look at her fillyfriend on stage. The shock of seeing her was finally wearing off, and she was now able to fully take in the skill that Applebloom was putting out as she sang the next lines of her song.

♫ The bed's a-groanin', playin' that sweet tune, ♫

♫ Ah got plenty of time to kill, so tell me what ya need, ♫

♫ Ah'll give it to ya, ♫

♫ 'Cause ♫

♫ I'm a country filly, I've got a four hooves,
Plenty of skill, and time to kill.
So tell me what ya want,
I can give it to ya,
'cause I'm a country filly, ♫

Yeah!

With this, Applebloom finally finished, and looked at the crowd which was whistling and cheering at her.

“Dang filly, I thought you were gonna choke for sure!”, one of the group members remarked as they placed their instrument down and patted her on the back. “Nice work!”

“Th-Thanks”, Applebloom replied with a blush. She then hopped off the stage, noticed Babs smiling at her, and ran over to greet her.

“When did ya learn to sing like dat?!”, Babs asked after she nuzzled her fillyfriend affectionately.

“Ah don't know! It just sort of came to me”, Applebloom replied, rubbing the back of her head with a sheepish smile.

It was then that a well-dressed stallion ran up to the two and stood in front of them.

“Name's Showtime! Here's my card! We've been lookin' for a voice like yours for a long time and would love to have ya work with us!”, Showtime said enthusiastically with a giant smile on his face.

Applebloom stared blankly at him for a time while Babs, Blues, and Hooves' jaws dropped nearly simultaneously, with a look of pure shock on each of them.

“Ah don't know. Ah mean, Ah'm flattered, but--”, Applebloom began to say, only for Babs to yank her off to the side before she could finish.

“Are ya crazy?! That's Showtime! One of the biggest names in the Equestrian music industry! If you take that offer, we'll have it made!”, she exclaimed excitedly while Applebloom looked hesitant to the idea.

“Ah don't know Babs. Ah mean, that was a one time deal, really. Ah don't think Ah could sing in front of a crowd again like that”, Applebloom replied with a nervous glance at Showtime, who was still waiting patiently for a response.

“Trust me on this, cuz, ya got a real knack for singin'. I'm even willin' to bet dat it's your special talent!”, Babs insisted, looking her fillyfriend straight in the eyes as she placed both her front hooves on each of her shoulders.

“Mah special talent? Singin'?”, Applebloom replied thoughtfully and glanced at her flank. It was still as bare as it always had been, but the idea of possibly finally earning her cutie mark did entice the filly.

She stood there in thought for a brief time, weighing her options. The idea of finally earning her cutie mark was constantly popping up in her mind...

Eventually, she walked up to Showtime, who looked at her with a wide friendly smile.

“Okay, Ah'll do it”, she replied finally, much to her fillyfriend's excitement and joy.

Author's Note

Proof read by zutheskunk